Art and life. The double helix.
We need writing that serves up the whole of life, in the smallest microcosms maybe, single truths told in single voices, but told in the full – the ugly and the beautiful; the hopeful and the despairing; the angry and the aspiring; that wrings art, words, life itself until they offer up every last secret, every hidden pain, every unexpected and delightful pleasure; that gives life in the full. Free from judgement. Free from taboo. Free from pretence.
Be spectacular and die living.
It is better to try to be extraordinary and fail than to try to be ordinary and succeed.
Live. And live. And going on living and never stop. Because we never know when it’ll end.