You write in order to change the world… if you alter, even by a millimeter, the way people look at reality, then you can change it.
“There was no stopping the world now. In grand style houses pass by, the curtains flap in the open windows of his home, its floors crackle a little, the walls creak, his mother and sister are drinking their morning coffee in the swift draft, the furniture shudders from the quickening jolts, and ever more rapidly, more mysteriously, travel the houses, the cathedral, the square, the sidestreets.”
Vladimir Nabokov | King, Queen, Knave