Reading yields a wish to write, I think, except if the reading is dull and uninspiring.
A writerโs life is in his work, and that is the place to find him.
You need so much energy and encouragement to write that if someone says something negative, some of that energy goes.
Stories come to us as wraiths requiring precise embodiments.
There is something thrilling in the mimesis of life's surprising unfolding.
At all crucial moments in our lives we want to speak without knowing what to say.