On Writing

“There are not many roads. There is only one road, infinitely connected, like the grooves on an old record, endlessly leading away from home and back towards home at the same time. It’s all one long journey and traveling is just what we do to stay alive… It’s inevitable: the same gypsy voices that called you when you were a child, telling you to get on the bus, on the train, to move down the highway — Mahalia Jackson, Hank Williams, Ray Charles — hit the road, Jack! — thirty-five years later, these same voices now urge you to go back home. Don’t lose the plot, remember why you came.”

— Van Morrison