Writing is a secret vice, like self abuse. A person afflicted with poetic longings of one sort or another searches for a kind of intellectual and spiritual privacy- the aerial suspension of the lyrical spirit- he does not necessarily have to wrench himself away, physically from every body and everything in life (this I suspect often defeats him at his own game) but he does have to forswear certain easy rituals such as earning a living and running the world's errands.
E.B. White
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