Why do I write? From selfishness. Because this state of liquefied, complex concentration, however faintly and dimly I'm able to perceive it, is the greatest pleasure I know.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I keep writing because it is deeply pleasurable to me.
You write because you have an idea in your mind that feels so genuine, so important, so true. And yet, by the time this idea passes through the different filters of your mind, and into your hand, and onto the page or computer screen - it becomes distorted, and it's been diminished.
Why do I write? To investigate the mystery of existence. To tolerate myself. To get closer to everything that is outside of me.
I write because something inner and unconscious forces me to. That is the first compulsion. The second is one of ethical and moral duty. I feel responsible to tell stories that inspire readers to consider more deeply who they are.
I write from my life, my experience. I'm selfish that way.
I write to explore something that fascinates me, and I write the way I do because it is the only way I know how to write.
Writing is a way of drifting within my own mind: almost a solitary process, so to speak.
The impulse to write comes, I think, from a desire - perhaps a need - to give imaginative life to experience, to share it with the reader, not to cover up the truth but to deliver it obliquely.
The act of writing is a kind of catharsis, a liberation, but I never really concerned myself with that. I write because it interests me.
I'll tell you why I like writing: it's just jumping into a pool. I get myself into a kind of trance. I engage the world, but it's also wonderful to just escape. I try to find the purities out of the confusion. It's pretty old-fashioned, but it's fun.