The very essence of literature is the war between emotion and intellect, between life and death. When literature becomes too intellectual – when it begins to ignore the passions, the emotions – it becomes sterile, silly, and actually without substance. – Isaac Bashevis Singer
Im not on the run from anything and Im not at all clear about what Im running towards. But as some great writer put it, I want to be certain that when I arrive at death, Im totally exhausted. – Fiona Shaw
He had the uneasy manner of a man who is not among his own kind, and who has not seen enough of the world to feel that all people are in some sense his own kind. – Willa Cather
