"When all the motives that lead artists to create have fallen away, and the satisfactions of vanity and the play-instinct have been exhausted, there remains the desire to construct that which has its own order, as a protest against the chaos to which all else appears condemned. While thought exists, words are alive and literature becomes an escape, not from, but into living."

- Cyril Connolly, The Unquiet Grace






nanowrimo 2008
{ build me up, buttercup}

8,105 / 50,000 (16.2%)