I write because, if I don’t. I will explode. I will start banging my head against the floor and when the night comes, I will do a Goya and paint monsters on my walls. I write because the words pack themselves so tightly inside my head—with all their energy, dread, joy, hope, and abject misery—that if I cannot get them out, they will consume me.
Camille Moffat
Camille Moffat
No comments:
Post a Comment