The truth isn't always beauty, but the hunger for it is.
Nothing factual that I write or say will be as truthful as my fiction.
What is the purpose of writing? For me personally, it is really to explain the mystery of life, and the mystery of life includes, of course, the personal, the political, the forces that make us what we are while there's another force from inside battling to make us something else.
Writing is making sense of life. You work your whole life and perhaps you've made sense of one small area.
Success sometimes may be defined as a disaster put on hold. Qualified. Has to be.
Books don't need batteries.
The creative act is not pure. History evidences it. Sociology extracts it. The writer loses Eden, writes to be read and comes to realize that he is answerable.
Responsibility is what awaits outside the Eden of Creativity.
There is no moral authority like that of sacrifice.
The gap between the committed and the indifferent is a Sahara whose faint trails, followed by the mind's eye only, fade out in sand.
From Ernest Hemingway's stories, I learned to listen within my stories for what went unsaid by my characters.