Of course, that's not entirely correct. After all, the only lies that have ever amused the human race are the ones that are almost true, and so that's what we write, you and I. Truth - we dress it up and stand it on its head, hide it in fairy wings and in the eyes behind the mask, give it a sword and a spaceship and send it whispering through autumn rains and on the back of school notebook paper during lunch break. You chew on your pencil till you taste the lead, stare at the computer screen till your eyelids feel like wet sandpaper, toss together your dreams and your moods and your facts and your soul until they all run together like water down the back windshield and you write. So in the end truth wears the many faces we create... not because it's shy of us, but because we're shy of it. We paint faces of truth, that we may look on it and live - we are writers.
"The aim of good prose words is to mean what they say. The aim of good poetical words is to mean what they do not say." - G.K. Chesterton.
"It is with words as with sunbeams - the more they are condensed, the deeper they burn." - Southey.
"There is for every man a statement possible of that truth which he is most unwilling to receive - a statement possible, so broad and pungent, that he cannot get away from it, but must either bend to it or die of it. Else there would be no such word as eloquence, which means this." - Emerson.
If you want to know who I am, all you have to do is read.
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