Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Thought for the Day

E. B. White in The Paris Review, 1969:
Delay is natural to a writer. He is like a surfer — he bides his time, waits for the perfect wave on which to ride in. Delay is instinctive for him. He waits for the surge (of emotion? of strength? of courage?) that will carry him along. I have no warm-up exercises, other than to take an occasional drink.
(Via Maud Newton)


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