“I have wasted my life is a cry of triumph—I’m lying here in this hammock doing nothing and haha on you out there working your lives away.”— Patricia Hampl, theparisreview.orgTagged: Writing, Work, Rest, My aesthetic
“Yet here’s the greater paradox: writing, though performed alone, is also the only absolutely declarative, meaning-beset art form we have. Its purpose is to communicate. With others. More than a painter, much more than a composer, a writer can never “be alone.””— Patricia Hampl, theparisreview.orgTagged: Writing, Solitude, Art