When you're writing there's a deep, deep level of concentration way below your normal self. This strange voice, these strange sentences come out of you. — John Banville Copy Share Image
I lived alone, I didn't know anybody in New York, and I was definitely a recluse. It had been, like, two weeks, and I realized I hadn't said anything. I was laying in bed, and I was like, 'Hello?' I… — Margaret Qualley Copy Share Image
