So much in writing depends on the superficiality of one's days. One may be preoccupied with shopping and income tax returns and chance conversations, but the stream of the unconscious continues to flow undisturbed, solving problems, planning ahead: one sits down sterile and dispirited at the desk, and suddenly the words come as though from the air: the situations that seemed blocked in a hopeless impasse move forward: the work has been done while one slept or shopped or talked with friends.Graham Greene
About This Quote
The quote above explains that our lives are filled with the mundane events that take place throughout our day. We are so caught up in these daily events that we have no time to think about anything else. We may enjoy all the little things that come along with each day, but if you stop and look at them, you will see how insignificant they really are. By sitting down and reflecting on the truth of this quote, we can see how silly we can truly be.
Source: The End Of The Affair
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