Blanca

“One thing I knew about the novelist’s task: when in doubt, write; when empty, write; when afraid, write. Nothing is more impenetrable than the blank page. The blank page is the void, the absence of sense and feeling, the white light of literary death.”
― Philip Sington, The Valley of Unknowing

“To rehearse imaginary conversations on paper is called literature. To do so out loud is called madness.”
― Philip Sington

“Whenever I feel the need to exercise, I lie down until it goes away.”
― Paul Terry

“The wind funnelled down the covered platform, jostling the passengers and tearing at their clothes. A woman's scarf whipped by overhead, somersaulting as if intoxicated by the sudden taste of freedom.”
― Philip Sington, The Valley of Unknowing