Without writing one just piles up like heaps of leaves. One doesn't know what is happening or who one is. And soon one will not dare ask, perhaps, any honest question. Or worse, one may stumble unguarded on some honest answer.


The Paris Review, Issue 76 (1979)

Peter Levi Quotes

Without writing one just piles up like heaps of leaves. One doesn't know what is happening or who one is. And soon one will not dare ask, perhaps,...

Without writing one just piles up like heaps of leaves. One doesn't know what is happening or who one is. And soon one will not dare ask, perhaps,...

Without writing one just piles up like heaps of leaves. One doesn't know what is happening or who one is. And soon one will not dare ask, perhaps,...

Without writing one just piles up like heaps of leaves. One doesn't know what is happening or who one is. And soon one will not dare ask, perhaps,...