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"We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect."
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"It just happens to be the way that I'm made. I have to write things down to feel I fully comprehend them."

"There are days when writing is within my power and a story unfolds along a course I've already chosen. And then there are days when the words breathe on their own and take me by the hand, leading me along unfathomed paths. Either way, the end result is this author's fairytale."

"A writer's primary goal is to make sense. The bookstore's is to make cents."

"What makes a writer a prophet is his ability to speak truth..."

"The eloquence of the pen is just as sharp as the point of a sword."
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"Then I realized the vital necessity of art. Human life, yes, you nurse people, you clean house, you market, but then comes the moment of solace and flight. i sit and write and summon other friends, other forms of life, other experiences, and the voyage and the exploration, the delving into character, the vast expanse of life's possibilities and potentialities, contemplation of future travels, of dazzling friendships, all this then makes the chores and the sacrifices beautiful because they are diverted toward some beautiful aim, they become part of the structure of a work of art."

"Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish it's source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings."

"I believe that men are generally still a little afraid of the dark though the witches are all hung, and Christianity and candles have been introduced."

"It is the function of art to renew our perception. What we are familiar with we cease to see. The writer shakes up the familiar scene, and, as if by magic, we see a new meaning in it."

"Life is truly known only to those who suffer, lose, endure adversity and stumble from defeat to defeat."

"In this instant of danger they realized they were each other's reason for living, and into this instant they threw their whole being."

"She had acquired some of his gypsy ways, some of his nonchalance, his bohemian indiscipline. She had swung with him into the disorders of strewn clothes, spilled cigarette ashes, slipping into bed all dressed, falling asleep thus, indolence, timelessness...A region of chaos and moonlight. She liked it there."
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