Tuesday, February 07, 2006

About writing

If the words are true, be they poem or story or what, then in the end you become their servant, you serve them well. You, who thought they would live for you... You live for them. They live through you. They remake you. These are the words through which the worlds are made.

2 comments:

Frema said...

Preach on, Preacher!

Chris said...

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