“I wrote about the night bird cries, the sea sounds and the lonely barking, and I liked what I wrote in flashes; but something was wrong with it. There is always something wrong with writing. So I tore the paper up at last, liking the untouched memory so much better, not wanting it forced into the insincerity of words.” MemoryRomanticizationLimitations Of Writing Book:A Voice Through a Cloud Source: A Voice Through a Cloud
“You don’t know what heat is until you cross the border from Texas to Louisiana in the summer. You can’t come up with words that catch it. Trees give up. Turtles cook in their shells. Describe that if you know how.” HeatFrustrationOpressionLimitations Of Writing Author:Toni Morrison