Novelists when they're writing live in a spooky, clamorous silence, a state somewhat like the advanced stages of prayer but without prayer's calming benefits. A writer turns his back on the day and the night and its large and little beauties, and tries to fashion other days and nights with words. It's absurd. Oh, it's silly, dangerous work indeed.
Joy Williams in Why I Write, edited by William Blythe, 1998
Joy Williams in Why I Write, edited by William Blythe, 1998
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