The writer doesn’t write for the reader. He doesn’t write for himself, either. He writes to serve…something. Somethingness. The somethingness that is sheltered by the wings of nothingness — those exquisite, enveloping, protecting wings.
There is something unwholesome and destructive about the entire writing process. - Joy Williams
There is something unwholesome and destructive about the entire writing process.
- Joy Williams
Writers are like eremites or anchorites - natural-born eremites or anchorites - who seem puzzled as to why they went up the pole or into the cave in … - Joy Williams
Writers are like eremites or anchorites - natural-born eremites or anchorites - who seem puzzled as to why they went up the pole or into the cave in …
You must stop worrying about why things happen and wonder what they mean when they do. - Joy Williams
You must stop worrying about why things happen and wonder what they mean when they do.
Nothing we do is inevitable, but everything we do is irreversible. - Joy Williams
Nothing we do is inevitable, but everything we do is irreversible.
It's become fashionable these days to say that the writer writes because he is not whole, he has a wound, he writes to heal it, but who cares if the … - Joy Williams
It's become fashionable these days to say that the writer writes because he is not whole, he has a wound, he writes to heal it, but who cares if the …
I think the writer has to be responsible to signs and dreams. If you don't do anything with it, you lose it. - Joy Williams
I think the writer has to be responsible to signs and dreams. If you don't do anything with it, you lose it.
Someone once told me a story about long term relationships. To think of them as a continent to explore. I could spend a lifetime backpacking through … - Joy Williams
Someone once told me a story about long term relationships. To think of them as a continent to explore. I could spend a lifetime backpacking through …
What a story is, is devious. It pretends transparency, forthrightness. It engages with ordinary people, ordinary matters, recognizable stuff. But thi… - Joy Williams
What a story is, is devious. It pretends transparency, forthrightness. It engages with ordinary people, ordinary matters, recognizable stuff. But thi…
Words at night were feral things. - Joy Williams
Words at night were feral things.
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