The joy of writing.The power of preserving.Revenge of a mortal hand.
Wisawa Szymborska.
“Loveless work, boring work, work valued only because others haven't got even that much, however loveless and boring--this is one of the harshest human miseries.”
“When it comes, youll be dreamingthat you dont need to breathe;that breathless silence isthe music of the darkand its part of the rhythmto vanish like a spark.”
“A Note Life is the only way to get covered in leaves, catch your breath on the sand, rise on wings; to be a dog, or stroke its warm fur; to tell pain from everything it's not; to squeeze inside eve...”
“Four billion people on this earthbut my imagination is still the same.It's bad with large numbers.It's still taken by particularity.It flits in the dark like a flashlight,illuminating only random f...”
“When I pronounce the word Future,the first syllable already belongs to the past.When I pronounce the word Silence,I destroy it.”
“We have a soul at times.No ones got it non-stop,for keeps.Day after day,year after yearmay pass without it.Sometimesit will settle for awhileonly in childhoods fears and raptures.Sometimes only in ...”
“And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.”
“You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.”
“The road to hell is paved with adverbs.”