I find what I thought when I look at what I have written. I know why I write: I have an indomitable urge, as if a voice dictated to me and then the text engenders itself. I should like to know the center… the voice. It may be God’s.
“The problem which confronts any writer, once they have broken with the received tradition of a writing that presumes and imposes a stable ‘voice,’ is how literally to proceed.”