Breathings from the Heart

Imagine getting over the idea that only children should spend their time in study. You are a student so long as you still have something to learn, and this will mean all your life. Learning is a never ending story and so is teaching.

Deliberate teaching through the medium of words involves writing. Writing involves nothing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and open a vein. Not all writing is the same. Because not all writers are the same.

A word is not the same with one writer as with another. One tears it from his guts. The other pulls it out of his overcoat pocket. I would hurl words into darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how faintly, I would send other words to tell, to learn, to teach, to create a sense of hunger for knowledge that gnaws in us all.

We all write. But to a writer, writing becomes a process of discovery; one who cannot wait to get to work in the morning and fill the paper with breathings from the heart.