Tuesday, March 23, 2010


The strange miracle of writing: that by forgetting the truth we tell it.

A cruel miracle, too, because by telling the truth you cannot. But by writing without trying to tell the truth you can't avoid it. I think I know the truth and so try to tell it. But it can't be told.

Sometimes I write and everything is mine, I'm saying everything, and I'm freed for a moment from scheming.

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