“ It was a miracle to me, this transformation of my acorns into an oak. ”
[I]t's the child writer who has figured out, early on, that writing is about saving your soul.
~ Betsy Lerner
The world doesn't fully make sense until the writer has secured his version of it on the page. And the act of writing is strangely more lifelike than life.
But I also believe there is enormous value in the piece of writing that goes no further than the one person for whom it was intended, that no combination of written words is more eloquent than those exchanged in letters between lovers or friends, or along the pale blue lines of private diaries, where people take communion with themselves.
No matter how many compromises were made along the way, no matter what happens in the future, a book is a thing to behold.
