|“||Writing is a form of personal freedom. It frees us from the mass identity we see in the making all around us. In the end, writers will write not to be outlaw heroes of some underculture but mainly to save themselves, to survive as individuals.||”|
There's something beautiful hidden in the curves and the slants of a word.
There's something beautiful about seeing each stroke and each line, set against a backdrop of fresh paper.
For a writer, the greatest solace is found in pouring one's heart into their writing.
The greatest comfort is to take your suffering, your joy, your anger, and transform it into something beautiful.
The beauty of writing is something beyond words.
The magic of literature is indescribable.
Writing is a means of escape from the sharp, cruel edges of reality.
Writing is a portal to infinity.
Writing is a means of survival against the oppression of individuality; writing is a shield from the ever-present demands of conformity.
I write, therefore I am.
I write in order to survive as an individual.
I write in order to anchor myself, to keep myself whole.
I write in order to prevent my voice from being drowned out by billions of other voices.
Writing is what makes me, me.