I was convinced that the world was in the departure and paging.
Writers let themselves be enticed by the language.
It is strange, how quickly people want to obligate their poets, as it were, on the exile.
Why does one always ask a writer why they stopped? I am sure everyone finds in any drawer a few dear poems.
I wanted to write a novel. At 12 I knew, I am a writer. I said it to nobody.
That is a secondary teacher conception - the writer as an observer.