WHY I WRITE?
23.09
I write
because I have an innate need to write.
I write
because I can't do normal work as other people do.
I write
because I want to read books like the ones I write.
I write
because I am angry at everyone.
I write
because I love sitting in room all day writing.
I write because
I can partake of real life only by changing it.
I write because
I want others, the whole world, to know what sort of life we lived, and
continue to live, in Istanbul, in Turkey.
I write because
I love the smell of papper, pen, and ink.
I write because
I believe in literature, in the art of the novel, more than I believe in
anything else.
I write because
it is a habit, a passion.
I write because
I am afraid to being forgotten.
I write because
I like the glory and interest that writing brings.
I write to be
alone.
Perhaps I write
because I hope to understand why,
I am so very
very angry at everyone.
I write because
I like to be read.
I write because
once I have begun a novel, an essay, a page I want to finish it.
I write because
everyone expects me to write.
I write because
I have a childish belief in the immortality of libraries, and the way may books
sit on the shelf.
I write because
it is exciting to turn all life’s beauties and riches into words.
I write not to
tell a story but to compose a story.
I write because
I wish to escape from the foreboding that there is a place I must go but – as
in a dream – can’t quite get to.
I write because
I have never manage to be happy.
I write to be
happy.
- Orhan Pamuk -
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