March 9th, 2010
I think if
anybody stays close to their
loneliness they’re always staying close to
the edge. So when I’m by myself, which is a necessity
when you’re a writer, I have to constantly deal with that bleak,
despairing feeling. It’s a funny thing about loneliness. No matter what
you try to do to fill it, you can never fill it. At the end of the day it looks at you
and measures you exactly. We do an awful lot of things—at least, I do—
to try to escape it. But when I can blend and merge with
the loneliness, there’s an extraordinary feeling
of fulfillment nothing else can
compare with.
