Writing long hand is the last refuge. One needs the time it takes to put pencil to paper and let it run along the ruled line.
From Antonio Damasio
For pure joy, I look at a small painting by Arbit Blatas. An ocean liner is at the center of the composition, perhaps ready to depart. It holds the promise of discovery.
I cannot listen to Beethoven or Mahler or Chopin or Bach when I write because those composers require you stop what you are doing and listen.
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