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For days and weeks on end one racks one's brains to no avail, and, if asked, one could not say whether one goes on writing purely out of habit, or a craving for admiration, or because one knows not how to do anything other, or out of sheer wonderment, despair or outrage, any more than one could say whether writing renders one more perceptive or more insane. Perhaps we all lose our sense of reality to the precise degree to which we are engrossed in our own work, and perhaps that is why we see in the increasing complexity of our mental constructs a means for greater understanding, even while intuitively we know that we shall never be able to fathom the imponderables that govern our course through life? ↗


— W.G. Sebald


#life #meaning #understanding #work #writing

Every time I complete a major project I reward myself with two full days of just reading and coffee! I do justify that it is my work! ↗


— Delia J. Colvin


#paranormal-romance #the-sibylline-oracle #the-symbolon #writing-life #life

I am incomplete without my work. I am so closely bound to it, so much identified by it, that without it I think I would crumble into dust and drift away. ↗


— Terry Brooks


#writing #life

If a writer starts worring about what he or she has left out or forgotten, they might not be able to write even a single line. ↗


— Baby Halder


#bengali #india #memoir #women #women-writers

I really learned how to write from Robert Louis Stevenson, Anthony Trollope, and de Maupassant. ↗


— Louis L'Amour


#writing-craft #writing-life #life

Women can stand a beating except when it is with their own weapons. ↗


— Samuel Butler


#except #own #stand #their #weapons

Mankind accepts good fortune as his due, but when bad occurs, he thinks it was aimed at him, done to him, a hex, a curse, a punishment by his deity for some transgression, as though his god were a petty storekeeper, counting up the day's receipts. ↗


— Sheri S. Tepper


#curse #destiny #divine-intervention #fate #fortune

His sensitive nature was still smarting under the lashes of an undivided and squalid way of life. His soul was still disquieted and cast down by the dull phenomenon of Dublin. He had emerged from a two years' spell of revery to find himself in the midst of a new scene, every event and figure of which affected him intimately, disheartened him or allured and, whether alluring or disheartening, filled him always with unrest and bitter thoughts. All the leisure which his school life left him was passed in the company of subversive writers whose jibes and violence of speech set up a ferment in his brain before they passed out of it into his crude writings. ↗


— James Joyce


#school #writing #life

It starts with a single sound. If there's something in that sound, then it's worth continuing. ↗


— Steve Lacy


#single #something #sound #starts #then

Towers’ is the name of the dormitory that I lived in in college; it’s made up of these two towers – North and South – my girlfriend lived in one and I lived in the other. It’s about falling in love, but also about what happens when you’ve long fallen out of love and those reminders are still there. You drive by them, these two buildings, and you look, and you realise that we really built that up. That we really built that love into these things, and for a long time afterward looking at them really made me feel sad; to see these empty buildings that I don’t go in to anymore. But then, as time goes on, they start to become kind of joyous in their own way: you can look at them and think ‘that love was great and these buildings still stand tall’. But there’s also an element of the fact that they’re just buildings – they’re gonna fall down one day, and they’re not that important because there’s new love in your life and you’ve got to break things down that get built up. ↗


— Justin Vernon


#justin-vernon #towers #life






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