An artist is always alone - if he is an artist. No, what the artist needs is loneliness. - Henry Miller
Reblogged from booklover
The present was a speck that kept blinking brightening and diminishing, something neither alive nor dead. How long did it last? One second? Less? It was always in flux; in the time it took to consider it, it slipped away.
Jhumpa Lahiri, The Lowland