“To be a writer is to sit down at one's desk in the chill portion of every day, and to write; not waiting for the little jet of the blue flame of genius to start from the breastbone - just plain going at it, in pain and delight. To be a writer is to throw away a great deal, not to be satisfied, to type again, and then again, and once more, and over and over...” WritingLittlesPainWaitingDealsTypeGeniusBlueDelightSatisfiedFlamesPortionsDesksChillJet Author:John Hersey
“At exactly fifteen minutes past eight in the morning, on August 6, 1945, Japanese time, at the moment when the atomic bomb flashed above Hiroshima, Miss Toshiko Sasaki, a clerk in the personnel department of the East Asia Tin Works, had just sat down at her place in the plant office and was turning her head to speak to the girl at the next desk.” MomentsPastGirlNextSpeakMorningMinutesMissingOfficeWeaponsPlantEightEastSatBombsDepartmentFifteenDesksAsiaAugustAtomic BombTinClerksPersonnelHiroshimaEast Asia Book:Hiroshima Source: Hiroshima
