Tomorrow, I am fifty-two years old. And I want to say unequivocally that I am very happy to be alive, that being alive is better than being dead. And if I have just one wish it is this: that you work with all your might and love with all your heart and never lose hope and never give up.
But I also believe there is enormous value in the piece of writing that goes no further than the one person for whom it was intended, that no combina… - Betsy Lerner
But I also believe there is enormous value in the piece of writing that goes no further than the one person for whom it was intended, that no combina…
- Betsy Lerner
But editors are still the world's readers. And thus the eyes of the world. - Betsy Lerner
But editors are still the world's readers. And thus the eyes of the world.
The world doesn’t fully make sense until the writer has secured his version of it on the page. And the act of writing is strangely more lifelike than… - Betsy Lerner
The world doesn’t fully make sense until the writer has secured his version of it on the page. And the act of writing is strangely more lifelike than…
Asking for advice about what you should write is a little like asking for help getting dressed. I can you tell you what I think looks good, but you h… - Betsy Lerner
Asking for advice about what you should write is a little like asking for help getting dressed. I can you tell you what I think looks good, but you h…
Indeed, the great paradox of the writer's life is how much time he spends alone trying to connect with other people. - Betsy Lerner
Indeed, the great paradox of the writer's life is how much time he spends alone trying to connect with other people.
I wondered if I was just the sum of my brain scan, little dots clustered in my frontal lobe. Is that where the poems came from?. - Betsy Lerner
I wondered if I was just the sum of my brain scan, little dots clustered in my frontal lobe. Is that where the poems came from?.
The writer labors in isolation, yet all that intensive, lonely work is in the service of communicating, is an attempt to reach another person. - Betsy Lerner
The writer labors in isolation, yet all that intensive, lonely work is in the service of communicating, is an attempt to reach another person.
I wondered if I was just the sum of my brain scan, little dots clustered in my frontal lobe. Is that where the poems came from? The desire to destroy… - Betsy Lerner
I wondered if I was just the sum of my brain scan, little dots clustered in my frontal lobe. Is that where the poems came from? The desire to destroy…
Tomorrow, I am fifty-two years old. And I want to say unequivocally that I am very happy to be alive, that being alive is better than being dead. And… - Betsy Lerner
Tomorrow, I am fifty-two years old. And I want to say unequivocally that I am very happy to be alive, that being alive is better than being dead. And…
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