Every piece of writing... starts from what I call a grit... a sight or sound, a sentence or happening that does not pass away... but quite inexplicably lodges in the mind.
Every piece of writing... starts from what I call a grit... a sight or sound, a sentence or happening that does not pass away... but quite inexplicably lodges in the mind.
It is My own peace I give unto you. Not, notice, the world's peace.
The stitch of a book is its words.
The motto was "Pax," but the word was set in a circle of thorns.
Pax peace, but what a strange peace, made of unremitting toil and effort, seldom with a seen result. . .
If books were Persian carpets, one would not look only at the outer side. because it is the stitch that makes a carpet wear, gives it its life and bloom.
For a dyed-in-the-wool author, nothing is as dead as a book once it is written. She is rather like a cat whose kittens have grown up.
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