There are moments which are made up of too much stuff for them to be lived at the time they occur. ― John le Carré, Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy sometimes i feel as if the very thing i love about writing threatens to drive me insane: the process of turning a thought or a scene over and over again in my mind, dissecting it, re-assembling it, imagining (or remembering) how it smells, sounds, tastes and feels in a hundred different permutations.
"Life piles up so fast that I have no time to write out the equally fast rising mound of reflections." – Virginia Woolf