Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Thought for the day ...

Who wants to become a writer? And why? Because it's the answer to everything. To ''Why am I here?'' To uselessness. It's the streaming reason for living. To note, to pin down, to build up, to create, to be astonished at nothing, to cherish the oddities, to let nothing go down the drain, to make something, to make a great flower out of life, even if it's a cactus.
- Enid Bagnold, born on this date in 1889

1 comment:

  1. Beautifully put - I've only read National Velvet, but I see from Wikipedia that she wrote dozens of books. I shall go and chase some down.

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