Looking back, I imagine I was always writing. Twaddle it was too. But better far write twaddle or anything, anything, than nothing at all.
Would you not like to try all sorts of lives - one is so very small - but that is the satisfaction of writing - one can impersonate so many people.
What do you want most to do? That's what I have to keep asking myself, in the face of difficulties.
Whenever I prepare for a journey I prepare as though for death. Should I never return, all is in order.
This is not a letter but my arms around you for a brief moment.
Once we have learned to read, meaning of words can somehow register without consciousness.
I want, by understanding myself, to understand others. I want to be all that I am capable of becoming.
The pleasure of all reading is doubled when one lives with another who shares the same books.
Life never becomes a habit to me. It's always a marvel.