A writer's life is a highly vulnerable, almost naked activity. We don't have to weep about that. The writer makes his or her choice and is stuck with it. But it is true to say that you are open to all the winds, some of them icy indeed. You are out on your own, out on a limb. You find no shelter, no protection - unless you lie - in which case you have constructed your own protection and, it could be argued, become a politician.
Harold Pinter, Nobel Prize Winner
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