Nothing a man writes can please him as profoundly as something he does with his back, shoulders and hands. For writing is an artificial activity. It is a lonely and private substitute for conversation. – Brooks Atkinson
If it is surely the means to the highest end we know, can any work be humble or disgusting? Will it not rather be elevating as a ladder, the means by which we are translated? – Henry David Thoreau
I wasnt very good about juggling family and my career. I was interested in who was coming to the childrens birthday party, what my son was writing. I was thinking about Legos. – Jill Clayburgh
