gogol-joy

September 21, 2024

But nothing is lasting in this world. Even joy begins to fade after only one minute. Two minutes later, and it is weaker still, until finally it is swallowed up in our everyday, prosaic state of mind, just as a ripple made by a pebble gradually merges with the smooth surface of the water.

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“The only way I know to write is to write the kind of thing I would like to read myself.”

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