“There's still too much energy leftover at this tomb-desk, on Broadway, when I am semi-asleep at night in our bedroom, struggling to get a good night's rest. There's an overflow of loin energy. It spills out from my pores as if I were a cracked drum of reacting chemicals. I need to work to expend this excess energy in words, stories and books....My mind is a body that's a mind.” WritingCreativityWriters On WritingWriting ProcessCreative WritingWriters LifeWriting PhilosophyWriters On ThinkingSergio Troncoso Book:Crossing Borders: Personal Essays Source: Crossing Borders: Personal Essays
“Words are the residue that I was there, that I loved my wife, that I kissed my children goodnight, that I sacrificed my life for them. Words are a curse. Life is a curse. Words escape life. Life escapes words. What in God's name am I? How does someone name a God? What is it to name yourself?” WritingLiteratureCreativityWritersCreative ProcessWriters On WritingWriting LifeCreative WritingWriters And WritingWriters LifeWriting PhilosophyWriters On ThinkingSergio Troncoso Book:Crossing Borders: Personal Essays Source: Crossing Borders: Personal Essays
“A good writer should be able to communicate to the reader, 'I know your life. I know what you have truly experienced. It’s not right or wrong. It’s survival. It’s making mistakes, and trying to redeem yourself. It’s imperfections, and trying to make yourself better. It’s outrages, and crimes, and insults, which often are not righted, which you have to fix yourself, in your own mind, in your own heart, so that you are not poisoned'.” NonfictionWriters On WritingEssaysLatinoHispanicPersonal EssaysHispanic LiteratureCrossing BordersLatino Literature Book:Crossing Borders: Personal Essays Source: Crossing Borders: Personal Essays
