[b]Erica Jong
It is heresy in America to embrace any way of life except as half of a couple. Solitude is un-American.[/b]
Actually, for those of us in the know, it’s the other way around.
Novices in the arts think you have to start with inspiration to write or paint or compose. In fact, you only have to start. Inspiration comes if you continue. Make the commitment to sit still in solitude several hours a day and inevitably your muse will visit.
Mine didn’t get the message.
…think about how impossible it is to explain to the young what happens when you know you’re not immune from death. Everything changes. You look at the world differently. When you’re young, you have no perspective. You think life lasts forever—days and months and years stretching out to infinity. You think you don’t have to choose. You think you can waste time doing drugs and alcohol. You think time will always be on your side. But time, once your friend, becomes your enemy. It gallops by as you get older. Holidays come faster and faster. Years fly off the calendar as in old movies. All you long for is to go back and do it all over, correct the mistakes.
Great, just what we need, another rendition of this.
I don’t believe what you believe, I yelled, and I don’t respect your beliefs and I don’t respect you for holding them. If you can honestly make a statement like that about the power behind the throne, how can you possibly understand anything about me or the things I’m struggling with? I don’t want to live by the things you live by, I don’t want that kind of life and I don’t see why I should be judged by its standards.
Trust me: This probably won’t work.
What is the arc of the plot of one’s life? I want! I want!
By hook or by crook as it were.
You must be very specific in your wishes or they’ll come back to haunt you.
Guess what I specifically wish for now.