Every book has an intrinsic impossibility, which its writer discovers as soon as his first excitement dwindles.
At its best, the sensation of writing is that of any unmerited grace. It is handed to you, but only if you look for it. You search, you break your heart, your back, your brain, and then–and only then–it is handed to you.
I think it would be well, and proper, and obedient, and pure, to grasp your one necessity and not let it go, to dangle from it limp wherever it takes you. Then even death, where you’re going no matter how you live, cannot you part.
You do not have to sit outside in the dark. If, however, you want to look at the stars, you will find that darkness is necessary. But the stars neither require nor demand it.
Wondering Whom to Read Next?
- Alice Walker American Activist, Novelist
- Joan Didion American Essayist, Novelist, Memoirist
- Cynthia Ozick American Novelist
- Anne Lamott American Novelist
- Joyce Maynard American Novelist
- Maya Angelou American Poet
- Fannie Flagg American Comedian, Novelist
- Rita Mae Brown American Writer, Feminist
- Isabel Allende Chilean Writer
- Lydia H. Sigourney American Poetaster, Author