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 me, Deist or no, I believe that!) and I can’t cheat myself or you or them or anyone by not doing it the best way I know how.

That’s the heart and head of the writer, to set it all down before they put him down the hole. To get it all out the right way, the best way, the truest way you know how.
Do you feel it?
Do you know what I mean?
Then you and I are family. 

We aren’t authors, we’re writers and we live off what we do, not where we appear.
Published on The Writer’s Digest Guide to Good Writing

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 own mnemonics- skin, smell, the length of the loved one’s fingers.

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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 do not want to unite those threads because it will require too much effort, too much time, in the end.

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