I hide behind my words - and it's like DEATH.
As long as my IMAGINATION soars high above,
and the WORDS aren't still silenced..
there's no reason to be alone. NEVER :)
and the WORDS aren't still silenced..
there's no reason to be alone. NEVER :)
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Quote reblogged from smart enough to wish i was more kindA writer is someone who spends years patiently trying to discover the second being inside him, and the world that makes him who he is: when I speak of writing, what comes first to my mind is not a novel, a poem or literary tradition, it is a person who shuts himself up in a room, sits down at a table, and alone, turns inward; amid its shadows, he builds a new world with words.My Father’s Suitcase, by Orhan Pamuk (translated from Turkish by Maureen Freely, published in this month’s edition of Five Dials. Get it here)
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