As a writer of fiction, I spend my days inventing real lives for make-believe people; what I create can only seem real.
Julia GlassRead
I write because I'm in love with language; because I like working for myself, inside my head; and because it's the only way I know to make a stab at answering the never-ending questions of the heart that arise simply from the everyday living of our lives.
Interpretation
What this quote means
Writing is a passionate engagement with language that helps explore and answer life's profound questions.
In this quote, Julia Glass expresses her deep love for language and writing as a means to navigate the complexities of human emotion and experience. She suggests that writing is not only a personal endeavor that allows her to work independently and introspectively, but also a way to confront the endless inquiries and feelings that life presents us with daily. This highlights the transformative power of writing as both an art form and a tool for understanding oneself and the heart's desires.
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WritingLanguageEmotionExpressionArt
In practice
Example use cases
During a creative writing workshop, I shared this quote to inspire participants to embrace their love for language.
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