rhetoric is will doing the work of imagination.
No, I don't harbor any mystical ideas about writing, Your Honor, it's work like any other kind of craft; the power of literature, I've always thought, lies in how willful the act of making it is.
I suppose there must be idiots who dream of signing deals with publishers while fully intending to drink martinis in cool bars or ride around on skateboards. But the actual writers I know are experts in neurotic self-torture. Every page of writing is the result of a thousand tiny decisions and desperate acts of will.
The higher the artist, the fewer the gestures. The fewer the tools, the greater the imagination. The greater the will, the greater the secret failure.
If the artist's will is not strong he will see all kinds of unessential things.
I desire that your conjectures should not reach beyond your creative will. Could you create a god? Then do not speak to me of any gods.
Accident is as much a part of fiction as anything else, symbolic of the grace that, along with will, conspires to put words on the page.
What is the use of writing plays, what is the use of writing anything, if there is not a will which finally moulds chaos itself into a race of gods.
