One can write out of love or hate. Hate tells one a great deal about a person. Love makes one become the person. Love, contrary to legend, is not half as blind, at least for writing purposes, as hate. Love can see the evil and not cease to be love. Hate cannot see the good and remain hate. The writer, writing out of hatred, will, thus, paint a far more partial picture than if he had written out of love.
Jessamyn WestI am always jumping into the sausage grinder and deciding, even before I’m half ground, that I don’t want to be a sausage after all.
Jessamyn WestIt is very easy to forgive others their mistakes; it takes more grit and gumption to forgive them for having witnessed your own.
Jessamyn WestThe West is color. Its colors are animal rather than vegetable, the colors of earth and sunlight and ripeness.
Jessamyn West