Posted on March 8, 2018
Writers want love, and they hope that through their work, they will be recognized as gifted. And that is why most writers are so crazy. When a writer gives his editor the pages of his manuscript, or when his book is published, his entire sense of himself is in limbo. Waiting for feedback is like waiting for the results of a biopsy.
Posted on March 7, 2018
There are moments when I positively lose heart. For whom and for what do I write?… Does the public need me or not? I cannot make it out. Write for money? But I never have money, and from the habit of it I am almost indifferent to it. For the sake of money I work poorly.
Posted on March 4, 2018
Hard and fast rules, a priori restrictions, mere interdictions (you shall not speak of this, you shall not look at that) have surely served their time, and will in the nature of the case never strike an energetic talent as anything but arbitrary. A healthy, living and growing art, full of curiosity and fond of exercise, has an indefeasible mistrust of rigid prohibitions.