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.
From Ernest Hemingway's stories, I learned to listen within my stories for what went unsaid by my characters.
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.
There is no moral authority like that of sacrifice.
Responsibility is what awaits outside the Eden of Creativity.
Books don't need batteries.