“The fact that you can now sustain the fun of writing only by confronting the very same unfun parts of yourself you’d first used writing to avoid or disguise is another paradox, but this one isn’t any kind of bind at all. What it is is a gift, a kind of miracle, and compared to it the rewards of strangers’ affection is as dust, lint.”

— from “The Nature of the Fun” by david foster wallace, and it is better in context, so go read it.

7:09 pm  •  22 August 2009  •  26 notes