Recently I saw an interesting interview on TV with a well-known singer. She talked about her life, her philosophy of life and several other things. For me the most interesting of all was when she confessed that she has a tattoo on her arm saying: ‘I don’t give up.’ Whenever she has to face difficulties in life, she just looks down to her arm and gathers power from what she can read there: ‘I don’t give up.’ Even though I don’t have a tattoo, and I don’t even intend to have one, this thought deeply impressed me. Even without getting a tattoo, her approach might stand as an example for many of us.
When All Seems Lost — and Even When It Doesn’t… As a writer, I read more than average. Not necessarily books that fall within my immediate interests, but rather those I can learn from, marvel at, analyze word by word, and sometimes even those that demand more effort from me than usual. That is how it is with Alice Munro. I bought my first book by her when she received the Nobel Prize. Then life happened, and the volume sat on my bookshelf—either I had no time for it, or it lingered somewhere at the bottom of my list of priorities. When I finally picked it up, I could hardly believe my eyes—or my reaction. First, I was utterly outraged; my blood pressure shot through the roof in an instant, and I almost started swearing in disbelief. I had barely skimmed the first few lines, yet that was enough to know: it was perfect. A true masterpiece. Excellence among the excellent. Every word reached the deepest layers of my soul. I was touched by its purity, its delicacy, the noblest simpli...
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