Harlan Ellison: Truth and the Writer (Young and Old)

To hell with the swimming pools and balling the starlets and impressing everybody. Because, you see, I'm nothing.       I'm nothing at all without writing. Without truth, my truth, the only truth I know, it's all a gambol in the pasture without rhythm or sense. It's empty. God gave it to me (so help … Continue reading Harlan Ellison: Truth and the Writer (Young and Old)

Arundhati Roy on love

Naga's pursuit of Tilo had not turned out as planned. She was meant to be just another easy conquest, yet another woman who succumbed to his irreverent brilliance and edgy charm and had her heart broken. But Tilo had crept up on him, and become a kind of compulsion, an addiction almost. Addiction has its … Continue reading Arundhati Roy on love

Fear of losing you

Lincoln, Nebraska. 12:21 AM Sometimes, I feel like I have lost you inch by inch. Each time you speak or write, I am always afraid that I will find the fact there is too much difference between us that is not meant to be together. Threads that do not cross one another. And that you … Continue reading Fear of losing you