"
And as she listened to that song,
flash backs of better times flew through her head,
and a sort of stillness settled,
and the rest was just dust.
"
"
When you love somebody,
and bite your tongue,
all you get is a mouthful of blood.
"- Fruit Bats, When U Love Somebody
"And as I looked around,
I began to notice,
that we were nothing like the rest"
"The life of a writer is absolute hell compared with the life of a businessman. The writer has to force himself to go to work. He has to make his own hours and if he doesn’t go to his desk at all there is nobody to scold him. If he is a writer of fiction he lives in a world of fear. Each new day demands new ideas and he can never be sure whether he is going to come up with them or not. Two hours of writing fiction leaves this particular writer drained. For those two hours he has been miles away, he has been somewhere else, in a different place with totally different people, and the effort of swimming back into normal surroundings is very great. It is almost a shock. The writer walks out of his workroom in a daze. He wants a drink. He needs it. It happens to be a fact that nearly every writer of fiction in the world drinks more whisky than is good for him. He does it to give himself faith, hope, and courage. A person is a fool to become a writer. His only compensation is absolute freedom. He has no master except his own soul, and that, I am sure, is why he does it."
- Roald Dahl, Boy
