From Paris Review – The Art of Fiction No. 135, Don DeLillo

March 9, 2015

Let’s not forget that writing is convenient. It requires the simplest tools. A young writer sees that with words and sentences on a piece of paper that costs less than a penny he can place himself more clearly in the world. Words on a page, that’s all it takes to help him separate himself from the forces around him, streets and people and pressures and feelings. He learns to think about these things, to ride his own sentences into new perceptions. How much of this did I feel at the time? Maybe just an inkling, an instinct. Writing was mainly an unnameable urge, an urge partly propelled by the writers I was reading at the time.

via Paris Review – The Art of Fiction No. 135, Don DeLillo.

via Paris Review – The Art of Fiction No. 135, Don DeLillo.

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