“writers are desperate people and when they stop being desperate they stop being writers.”

“When did we stop being people, being human?”

“For what are we interrupted? For the grandest dramas and the greatest joys, … for true loves, for desperate needs … If you are a moral being, you will have done well to be a being who has broken off, one who has stopped.”

“People who were wounded by being incompatible with their family and therefore being pushed away, shamed and rejected for who they are, are desperate to belong. They are so desperate for connection that they commit to people who are incompatible to them even after they become aware of the incompatibility. It is a bit like being so desperate for water that you'll drink it even if you know it is poisoned.”

“What we [writers] do might be done in solitude and with great desperation, but it tends to produce exactly the opposite. It tends to produce community and in many people hope and joy.”

“He neither walks with the multitude nor cheers with them. The writer who is a writer is a rebel who never stops.”

“If you want to be a writer-stop talking about it and sit down and write!”

“Edvin is one of those persons who write to survive as writers and people; for them being a human and writer is the same thing.”

“There are no desperate situations, there are only desperate people.”

“When did I stop being me?”