“ We are our stories. We tell them to stay alive or keep alive those who only live now in the telling. ”
All writers are waiting for replies. That’s what I’ve learned. Maybe all human beings are
~ Niall Williams
Writing is a sickness only cured by writing.
It is what writers do, imagine and feel the pain of others, sometimes at the expense of feeling their own. Here, then, in these pages is mine, the fear of death, of loss, of unexpressed love. Here is the truth told in a story. And in the telling of it perhaps I have found some way to have courage, to believe.
Men are private. This I have learned. They are whole continents of privacy, you can only go to the borders, you can look in but you cannot enter.