Men of perverse opinion do not know the excellence of what is in their hands, till some one dash it from them.

Men of perverse opinion do not know the excellence of what is in their hands, till some one dash it from them.

Sophocles
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The art of writing is the art of discovering what you believe.

I have no special talents. I am only passionately curious.

Man prefers to believe what he prefers to be true.

Enlightened people seldom or never possess a sense of responsibility.

Advice? I dont have advice. Stop aspiring and start writing. If youre writing, youre a writer. Write like youre a goddamn death row inmate and the governor is out of the country and theres no chance for a pardon. Write like youre clinging to the edge of a cliff, white knuckles, on your last breath, and youve got just one last thing to say, like youre a bird flying over us and you can see everything, and please, for Gods sake, tell us something that will save us from ourselves. Take a deep breath and tell us your deepest, darkest secret, so we can wipe our brow and know that were not alone. Write like you have a message from the king. Or dont. Who knows, maybe youre one of the lucky ones who doesnt have to.

In the sweetness of friendship

And sharing of pleasures.

The art of writing is the art of discovering what you believe.

I have no special talents. I am only passionately curious.

Man prefers to believe what he prefers to be true.

Enlightened people seldom or never possess a sense of responsibility.

Advice? I dont have advice. Stop aspiring and start writing. If youre writing, youre a writer. Write like youre a goddamn death row inmate and the governor is out of the country and theres no chance for a pardon. Write like youre clinging to the edge of a cliff, white knuckles, on your last breath, and youve got just one last thing to say, like youre a bird flying over us and you can see everything, and please, for Gods sake, tell us something that will save us from ourselves. Take a deep breath and tell us your deepest, darkest secret, so we can wipe our brow and know that were not alone. Write like you have a message from the king. Or dont. Who knows, maybe youre one of the lucky ones who doesnt have to.

In the sweetness of friendship

And sharing of pleasures.