tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30074355.post4202127268421845515..comments2023-03-22T01:58:45.911-07:00Comments on let's talk about writing: my neighbor, nedSuzy Vitellohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12836144962952322322noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30074355.post-40021118363508642382014-12-22T17:32:59.372-08:002014-12-22T17:32:59.372-08:00What a lovely tribute to Vizzini.
This post remi...What a lovely tribute to Vizzini. <br /><br />This post reminds me of a quote I read two days ago that seems to fit on a couple levels in my head. It's from Amos Oz and opens Erica Jong's 'Seducing the Demon' (which I started re-reading once again): <br /><br />"When I was little, my ambition was to grow up to be a book. Not a writer. People can be killed like ants. Writers are not hard to kill either. But not books: however systematically you try to destroy them, there is always a chance that a copy will survive and continue to enjoy a shelf-life in some corner on an out-of-the-way library somehwere in Reykjavik, Valladolid or Vancouver." -Amos Ozamyghttp://www.amywroteit.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30074355.post-31990144046425536912014-12-20T18:28:27.808-08:002014-12-20T18:28:27.808-08:00Great post. There is a hard-to-define relationship...Great post. There is a hard-to-define relationship between the self that lives in the world and the self that speaks in the book.Cynthia J. McGeanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00117497921942534828noreply@blogger.com