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I can't believe it took me this long to post these I finished this like nine months ago

In my experience, what makes a writer (in the sense that writer constitutes an identity) is not the desire to be a writer, or even a talent for writing, but rather the helpless compulsion to write. (The same logic can obviously be extended to other callings, like painting or arson.) The most consistent writers I know are people whose claws leave deep gouges in the floorboards whenever they are dragged away from their desks by banal obligations like paying the rent or attending their own funeral. I by contrast will usually happily leave my writing chair and bike across town to be present at the gala opening of a beer can.

everyone's always like adam "he was a sepia photograph" parrish. what about Richard "no one could deny that gansey was a glorious portrait of youth... he was bare legged and and sockless in his top siders and very clearly a real human, an attainable human, and this, somehow, made ronan want to smash his fist through a wall." (tdt 70) Campell Gansey III