When I don’t write, I feel my world shrinking. I feel I am in prison.

30Nov11

“… We also write to heighten our own awareness of life. We write to lure and enchant and console others. We write to serenade out lovers. We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospection. We write, like Proust, to render all of it eternal, and to persuade ourselves that it is [...]

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