Decisi che la mia sarebbe stata un’esistenza di libri e di silenzio.
From the beginning, I’ve told journalists that I planned to write better than any writer of my era who graduated from an Ivy League college. It sounds boastful and it is. But The Citadel taught me that I was a man of courage when I survived that merciless crucible of a four-year test that is the measure of The Citadel experience. I’m the kind of writer I am because of The Citadel.
Writing is the only art form where a good number of the artists make a slice of their living criticizing one another in print, in public.
For what was it about books that once finished left the reader in a bit of a haze and made them reread the last few sentences in order to continue the ringing in their hearts a while longer, so as not to let the silence illumine the fact that reading, they had gained something – distance, a lesson, a companion, a new world – but now, after the last full stop, they had lost something palpable and felt a little emptier than before.
Travel is costly yes, but it pays dividends too.
If a writer has the desire to communicate by writing and be heard, then he necessarily cares about seeing it in print. I suppose it’s the difference between masturbation and making love-the real writer wants to touch another person.
I like performing because it’s direct contact with live people. I write a good deal of the time but that’s introspective creation rather than interaction.
Like a Rubik’s cube, I have many configurations; Do not assume you have “figured” me out just because you’ve seen one side.
She was a beautiful dreamer. The kind of girl, who kept her head in the clouds, loved above the stars and left regret beneath the earth she walked on.
I realize that a writer’s business is setting fire to Piggy Sneed-and trying to save him-again and again; forever.