"Writing is drawing the essence of what we know out of the shadows. That is what writing is about. Not what happens there, not what actions are played out there, but the there itself. There, that is writing’s location and aim. But how do I get there?”
Karl Ove Knausgaard, My Struggle: Book One
"If I could write. Even then, melancholy would take possession of me. Wearily, I take the path to the river, there in the cool to fill my being with the sounds of my sister-being, to refresh myself in the modest scents of pigeonwood and mitzeerie, to let my gaze end in a tangle of monkey ropes and fern arches and the slowly descending leaves, and to find rest, all day long, all night long."
(from The Expedition to the Baobab Tree, by Wilma Stockenström, translated by J.M. Coetzee, Archipelago Books 2014)