imagination

I think every novel is a rite of passage . . . there seems to be a karmic force in my imagination where even if I threw something away, it would just come back. Like maybe I wanna try to throw this away and not write this, but it would just resurrect itself in a new form. I can’t really get...

“Imagination is like a muscle. I found out that the more I wrote, the bigger it got.”

‘The imagination doesn't crop annually like a reliable fruit tree. The writer has to gather whatever's there: sometimes too much, sometimes too little, sometimes nothing at all. And in the years of glut there is always a slatted wooden tray in some cool, dark attic, which the writer nervously...

Of the things which nourish the imagination, humour is one of the most needful, and it is dangerous to limit or destroy it. John Millington Synge