The unique thing about writers is that they write. Therefore they are pickier about words, at least on paper. But everyone “writes” in a way; that is, each person has a “story”—a personal narrative—which is constantly being replayed, revised, taken apart, and put together again. The significant points in this narrative change as a person ages—what may have been tragedy at twenty is seen as comedy or nostalgia at forty. All children “write.” (And paint, and sing.) I suppose the real question is why do so many people give it up.
by Margaret Atwood, excerpt from The Art of Fiction No. 121, The Paris Review   (via herkindoftea)

I was in a place where nobody knew my heart even a little bit.
by Carol Rifka Brunt, Tell the wolves I’m home