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To write, you have to want something to survive you.

The Story of the Lost Child
It's true and it's easily said that language is material, and something does materialize as one writes.
Many writers are radical. I am not, because of my age and because of my terrible fear of demagogy.
I am one of those authors who consider it their highest honour and their highest liberty to have a completely untrammelled chance of using their pens to serve the working people.
A writer's work often reflects what he or she has been exposed to in life; experiences which are the groundwork of a poem or a story.
The difference between a novelist and a historian is this: that the former tells lies deliberately and for the fun of it; the historian tells lies and imagines he is telling the truth.
I'm searching life for observations, nuances, details. Because my interest in life is not the event as such, not war as such, not Chernobyl as such, not suicide as such. What I am interested in is what happens to the human being, what happens to it in of our time. How does man behave and react. How much of the biological man is in him, how much of the man of his time, how much man of the man.

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What an odd thing a diary is: the things you omit are more important than those you put in.
A good essay must have this permanent quality about it; it must draw its curtain round us, but it must be a curtain that shuts us in not out.

The Common Reader
The way to rock oneself back into writing is this. First gentle exercise in the air. Second the reading of good literature. It is a mistake to think that literature can be produced from the raw. One must get out of life...one must become externalised; very, very concentrated, all at one point, not having to draw upon the scattered parts of one's character, living in the brain.

A Writer's Diary
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