I've found you can go on writing in the dark, and that the act of writing itself, that mysterious, dangerous, intoxicating, absorbing, nourishing magician's trick, that act of creation is its own light.
The futility of action does not absolve one from the failure to act. - - Janette Turner Hospital
The futility of action does not absolve one from the failure to act. -
- Janette Turner Hospital
The world is crammed with messages. We’ll never have time to read them all. - Janette Turner Hospital
The world is crammed with messages. We’ll never have time to read them all.
There are all kinds of under-represented groups in the literary establishment. - Janette Turner Hospital
There are all kinds of under-represented groups in the literary establishment.
That is where homeland is. In that shifting space, kinfolk know one another by secret signs; and wherever kinfolk meet, homeland soil coalesces about… - Janette Turner Hospital
That is where homeland is. In that shifting space, kinfolk know one another by secret signs; and wherever kinfolk meet, homeland soil coalesces about…
There is always a gap between conception and execution. We keep writing in the burning hope of closing that gap before we die. - Janette Turner Hospital
There is always a gap between conception and execution. We keep writing in the burning hope of closing that gap before we die.
I am extremely interested in how people negotiate catastrophe, not because I'm morbidly interested in it but because I'm interested in the secret of … - Janette Turner Hospital
I am extremely interested in how people negotiate catastrophe, not because I'm morbidly interested in it but because I'm interested in the secret of …
I've found you can go on writing in the dark, and that the act of writing itself, that mysterious, dangerous, intoxicating, absorbing, nourishing mag… - Janette Turner Hospital
I've found you can go on writing in the dark, and that the act of writing itself, that mysterious, dangerous, intoxicating, absorbing, nourishing mag…
Her days come and go like birds, her dreams like days. - Janette Turner Hospital
Her days come and go like birds, her dreams like days.
We inherit plots. There are only two or three in the world, five or six at most. We ride them like treadmills. - Janette Turner Hospital
We inherit plots. There are only two or three in the world, five or six at most. We ride them like treadmills.
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