The writer knows his life is in the language, your happiness or misery depends on it. I've been a lover of words, I was his servant, a scanner over his body, a mole digging in his basement, I am also his inquisitor, his lawyer, his executioner. I am the angel of the guard and the malicious serpent, the apple tree and the devil. Babel: everything becomes confusing because the term is almost no literature that different people mean the same thing, and now I tired to continue pondering the dilemma useless sometimes give much importance to whether a young man becomes a writer because the Goddess Literature it has provided or, conversely, does it for normal reasons: their environment, children, the school he goes, his friends and reading and, above all, instinct, which is essentially one who has approached their vocation. Moreover, outside the work nothing else matters.
Sergio Pitol, The Wizard of Vienna, pp. 86-87
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