To write a novel I have to drive myself hard physically and use a lot of time and effort. Every time I begin a new novel, I have to dredge out another new, deep hole.
But as I’ve sustained this kind of life over many years, I’ve become quite efficient, both technically and physically, at opening a hole in the hard rock and locating a new water vein (…)In other words, let’s face it: Life is basically unfair. But even in a
situation that’s unfair, I think it’s possible to seek out a kind of
fairness. Of course, that might take time and effort. And maybe it
won’t seem to be worth all that. It’s up to each individual to
decide whether or not it is.
From the current read: Murakami’s What I Talk ABout When I Talk About Running.
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