Good editors are priceless.
I hear you in the morning sun.
I am the breeze. I drift and I wander. I meet people and i touch their hearts. but people don't stay with me. They leave me. And I keep on drifting and keep on wandering. That's my life.
When entering a library, I never forget to bow down!
I know not what it is about you that makes me go crazy but I do know that the radiance in your eyes is more dazzling than that in all the diamonds of this world!And that the inimitable fragrance of yo...
My wishes before I die, to fulfill my mission on earth; The writing of my life stories to inspired present and future generations.
Does talking to yourself in the voice of your fictional character count as being social?
That's what we storytellers do. We restore order with imagination. We instill hope again and again and again.
We, writers & poets, have a big problem. We swim too deep inside life, also in shallow waters, and then we end touching the sand!
The novelist is condemned to wander all his life. Homeless and blind like Oedipus he wanders until death. And so let us protect the novelist and adore him, with pity, honor, and love.
My pen beats faster as I write with my heart