Now with the passing of years I know that the fate of books is not unlike that of human beings: some bring joy, others anguish. Yet one must resist the urge to throw away pen and paper. After all, authentic writers write even if there is little chance for them to be published; they write because they cannot do otherwise, like Kafka’s messenger who is privy to a terrible and imperious truth that no one is willing to receive but is nonetheless compelled to go on.
Were he to stop, to choose another road, his life would become banal and sterile. Writers write because they cannot allow the characters that inhabit them to suffocate them. These characters want to get out, to breathe fresh air and partake of the wine of friendship; were they to remain locked in, they would forcibly break down the walls. It is they who force the writer to tell their stories.
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From the essay, “A Sacred Magic Can Elevate the Secular Storyteller” (New York TImes, June 19, 2000) by Eliezer (Elie) Wiesel, Holocaust survivor, activist, author (his most recognized work is Night, originally published in 1960), and winner of the Nobel Peace Prize (1986).
If you have a garden and a library, you have everything you need.
Marcus Tullius Cicero (106 – 43 BC), statesman and orator of Ancient Rome, in a letter (dated June 13, 46 BC) to his friend Terentius Varro (contained in Epistulae Ad Familiares, book IX, epistle 4). The original text in Latin, ““Si hortum in bibliotheca habes, deerit nihil” translated literally means “If you have a garden in your library, nothing will fail” that is paraphrased as “If you have a garden and a library, you will want for nothing.” A common misquotation substitutes a book for the library: “If you have a garden and a book, you have everything you need.”