I wondered if I was just the sum of my brain scan, little dots clustered in my frontal lobe. Is that where the poems came from? The desire to destroy myself? This last depression had scared me. It had come… — Betsy Lerner Copy Share Image
I wondered if I was just the sum of my brain scan, little dots clustered in my frontal lobe. Is that where the poems came from?. — Betsy Lerner Copy Share Image
But editors are still the world's readers. And thus the eyes of the world. — Betsy Lerner Copy Share Image
In discovering books, you became free to explore the full range of human motives, desires, secrets, and lies. All my life, people have scolded… — Betsy Lerner Copy Share Image
Tomorrow, I am fifty-two years old. And I want to say unequivocally that I am very happy to be alive, that being alive is… — Betsy Lerner Copy Share Image
I wondered if I was just the sum of my brain scan, little dots clustered in my frontal lobe. Is that where the poems… — Betsy Lerner Copy Share Image
“I hadn't been able to trust since the age of four. I was torn between wanting to be cradled and telling the world to… — Betsy Lerner Copy Share Image
“All writers are like bomb-throwers, whether they attack with dense academic prose or jazzy riffs of stream-of-consciousness writing.” — Betsy Lerner Copy Share Image
“God grant me the serenity to accept the things I can not change. The courage to change the things I can. And the wisdom… — Betsy Lerner Copy Share Image
The world doesn’t fully make sense until the writer has secured his version of it on the page. And the act of writing is… — Betsy Lerner Copy Share Image
“For most writers, reading is also a very intense experience; they don’t read so much as compete. The writer measure’s himself against every text… — Betsy Lerner Copy Share Image
The writer labors in isolation, yet all that intensive, lonely work is in the service of communicating, is an attempt to reach another person. — Betsy Lerner Copy Share Image
The world doesn't fully make sense until the writer has secured his version of it on the page. And the act of writing is… — Betsy Lerner Copy Share Image
Indeed, the great paradox of the writer's life is how much time he spends alone trying to connect with other people. — Betsy Lerner Copy Share Image
