I'm starting to believe that literature is the only hope we have for truly understanding each other.
And this kind of hope is something worth chasing after.
Hope
Sunday, November 6, 2011
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"To be a writer is to betray the facts. It's one of the more ruthless things about being a writer, finally, in that to cast an experience into words is in some way to lose the reality of the experience itself, to sacrifice the fact to whatever imaginative pattern one's wound requires."
-Christian Wiman, "The Limit"
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