Why did I write? Because I found life unsatisfactory.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
There came a time when I felt I was not going to be satisfied with life unless I could write.
Why do I write? To investigate the mystery of existence. To tolerate myself. To get closer to everything that is outside of me.
Life sometimes gets in the way of writing.
You need to write on your own and produce your own life.
Writing is making sense of life. You work your whole life and perhaps you've made sense of one small area.
Writing comes from that territory of being invalidated. But I had a sense of purpose, too. I wanted to stop apologising for my health, and I thought I might do some good.
I write about my life.
I don't know why I started writing. I don't know why anybody does it. Maybe they're bored, or failures at something else.
I lived to write, and wrote to live.
I don't know why I write what I write.