Thursday, January 20, 2011


Sometimes when you're searching for something you find something else.

I've gotten convinced that there's something kind of timelessly vital and sacred about good writing. The thing doesn't have that much to do with talent, even glittering talent...Talent's just an instrument. It's like having a pen that works instead of one that doesn't. I'm not saying I'm able to work consistently out of the premise, but it seems like the big distinction between good art and so-so art lies somewhere in the art's heart's purpose, the agenda of the consciousness behind the text. It's got something to do with love. With having the discipline to talk out of the part of yourself that can love instead of the part that just wants to be loved.
David Foster Wallace

I am so grateful he wrote.

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