The tendinous part of the mind, so to speak, is more developed in winter; the fleshy, in summer. I should say winter had given the bone and sinew to Literature, summer the tissues and blood. – John Burroughs, “The Snow-Walkers,” 1866
I find writing very difficult. Its hard and it hurts sometimes, and its scary because of the fear of failure and the very unpleasant feeling that you may have reached the limit of your abilities. – Tony Kushner
There is in us a lyric germ or nucleus which deserves respect it bids a man to ponder or create and in this dim corner of himself he can take refuge and find consolations which the society of his fellow creatures does not provide. – Norman Douglas
