I need anything, anything that will stop me from living in the kind of death the bourgeois eat, the death called comfort.
“The only moments in life when I’m 100 percent happy, almost deliriously happy, is when I’m writing, so that there is this feeling of creation of what you can do with words, this joy when you hit on something. Well, I know what Freud would say about all this, but that doesn’t worry me. I’m just very happy when I’m writing.”
Christine Brooke-Rose