You might ask, what of the imagination, but I do not see a separation between the senses and imagination. One flows into the other. Writing from the body has led to writing about the body. Rather than easier or more difficult, my writing has moved into it as I’ve aged.
by Amy Weldon
We fall back on the novel itself and on our own reactions, delving deeper into the territory of self-investigation. Which is to say, into literature.
by Evelyn Somers
“It took me close to a year to find the ending for that story, and I’m pretty sure I tried everything.”
“It always makes me laugh when I see these reviews on Goodreads, written with this kind of counterfeit authority by people living in Ohio or Colorado, who say things like, ‘I believe this is based on the author’s own adolescence, or ‘The author says the book is based on funky beach towns she’s lived in but it sounds a lot like Long Beach.’ You’re from Ohio; how would you know???”
“Age eighty, (minus not quite three) thermometer eighty, (plus rather more than four) must be accepted as an excuse my very dear Anthony both by you and my highly valued correspondent for not having acknowledged your very precious packet earlier. I am in truth grown most woefully idle, and, worse still, most woefully lazy, and this symptom is both new and disagreeable to me.”
by Lisa Peet
The Moomins’ is a warm, vaguely communal world of adventurous children—often referred to as “little animals,” which surely tapped right into my fantasy life—and unthreatening adults.
by Sonya Chung
Literarily, I am about 11 years old. This is my best explanation for why the adult stories and novels of Tove Jansson have captivated me so fully.