“And there is a time, glorious too in its own way, when one scarcely exists, when one is a complete void. I mean, when boredom seems the very stuff of life.”
After all, most writing is done away from the typewriter, away from the desk. I'd say it occurs in the quiet, silent moments, while you're walking or shaving or playing a game, or whatever, or even talking to someone you're not vitally interested in.
“It is with the soul that we grasp the essence of another person, not with the mind, not even with the heart.”
“Living with a whore--even the best whore in the world--isn't a bed of roses.”