“I like to live always at the beginnings of life, not at their end. We all lose some of our faith under the oppression of mad leaders, insane history, pathologic cruelties of daily life. I am by nature always beginning and believing and so I find reading and writing my fruitful company. I’m writing for the sake of writing! It’s like when you love for the sake of love. Writing makes me comprehend my own self with style!
Style is a very simple matter: it is all rhythm. Once you get that, you can’t use the wrong words. A sight, an emotion, creates this wave in the mind, long before it makes words to fit it; and in writing one has to recapture this, and set this working and then, as it breaks and tumbles in the mind, it makes words to fit it in.
Curiosity, risk, exploration are forgotten by them. You have not yet discovered that you have a lot to give, and that the more you give the more riches you will find in yourself. It amazed me that you felt that each time you write a story you gave away one of your dreams and you felt the poorer for it. But then you have not thought that this dream is planted in others, others begin to live it too, it is shared, it is the beginning of friendship and love.“