A writer is someone who, needing nothing and no one, wants everything and everyone.
There’s nothing more intoxicating than creating something from nothing. Creating something from yourself.” Professor Piper
It feels like someone is gripping my heart and twisting it. It feels like I can’t breathe. I shut my eyes tightly against the memory that is threatening to surface. I can’t breathe.
Can’t breathe. Can’t breathe!
Writing is talking, except you get the chance to edit what you just said
Paradise of Lailah Gifty Akita is reading, wondering and writing.
The novelist is condemned to wander all his life. Homeless and blind like Oedipus he wanders until death. And so let us protect the novelist and adore him, with pity, honor, and love.
Climax: It’s all downhill from here.
When sitting down to write a letter, it always pays to calm one’s mood, collect one’s thoughts, and have a plan.
Being the Novelist-in-Residence at a riad hotel in the kasbah of an Arabic North African city is a lot like trying to write one’s memoirs on shreds of napkins in a nuthouse.