Write to amuse? What an appalling suggestion! I write to make people anxious and miserable and to worsen their indigestion.

Wendy Cope
Write to amuse? What an appalling suggestion! I write to...
Write to amuse? What an appalling suggestion! I write to...
Write to amuse? What an appalling suggestion! I write to...
Write to amuse? What an appalling suggestion! I write to...
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These words uttered by William Faulkner (1897 – 1962) capture the essence of writing and the purpose of the writer. A writer needs to make people anxious and miserable and to worsen their indigestion to make them laugh!

Source: Serious Concerns

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