The writer doesn’t write for the reader. He doesn’t write for himself, either. He writes to serve…something. Somethingne — Joy Williams
The writer doesn’t write for the reader. He doesn’t write for himself, either. He writes to serve…something. Somethingne — Joy Williams
The writer doesn’t write for the reader. He doesn’t write for himself, either. He writes to serve…something. Somethingne — Joy Williams
The writer doesn’t write for the reader. He doesn’t write for himself, either. He writes to serve…something. Somethingne — Joy Williams
The writer doesn’t write for the reader. He doesn’t write for himself, either. He writes to serve…something. Somethingne — Joy Williams
The writer doesn’t write for the reader. He doesn’t write for himself, either. He writes to serve…something. Somethingne — Joy Williams
The writer doesn’t write for the reader. He doesn’t write for himself, either. He writes to serve…something. Somethingne — Joy Williams
The writer doesn’t write for the reader. He doesn’t write for himself, either. He writes to serve…something. Somethingne — Joy Williams
The writer doesn’t write for the reader. He doesn’t write for himself, either. He writes to serve…something. Somethingne — Joy Williams
The writer doesn’t write for the reader. He doesn’t write for himself, either. He writes to serve…something. Somethingne — Joy Williams
The writer doesn’t write for the reader. He doesn’t write for himself, either. He writes to serve…something. Somethingne — Joy Williams
The writer doesn’t write for the reader. He doesn’t write for himself, either. He writes to serve…something. Somethingne — Joy Williams
The writer doesn’t write for the reader. He doesn’t write for himself, either. He writes to serve…something. Somethingne — Joy Williams
The writer doesn’t write for the reader. He doesn’t write for himself, either. He writes to serve…something. Somethingne — Joy Williams
The writer doesn’t write for the reader. He doesn’t write for himself, either. He writes to serve…something. Somethingne — Joy Williams
The writer doesn’t write for the reader. He doesn’t write for himself, either. He writes to serve…something. Somethingne — Joy Williams
The writer doesn’t write for the reader. He doesn’t write for himself, either. He writes to serve…something. Somethingne — Joy Williams
The writer doesn’t write for the reader. He doesn’t write for himself, either. He writes to serve…something. Somethingne — Joy Williams
The writer doesn’t write for the reader. He doesn’t write for himself, either. He writes to serve…something. Somethingne — Joy Williams
The writer doesn’t write for the reader. He doesn’t write for himself, either. He writes to serve…something. Somethingne — Joy Williams
The writer doesn’t write for the reader. He doesn’t write for himself, either. He writes to serve…something. Somethingne — Joy Williams
The writer doesn’t write for the reader. He doesn’t write for himself, either. He writes to serve…something. Somethingne — Joy Williams
The writer doesn’t write for the reader. He doesn’t write for himself, either. He writes to serve…something. Somethingne — Joy Williams
The writer doesn’t write for the reader. He doesn’t write for himself, either. He writes to serve…something. Somethingne — Joy Williams
The writer doesn’t write for the reader. He doesn’t write for himself, either. He writes to serve…something. Somethingne — Joy Williams
The writer doesn’t write for the reader. He doesn’t write for himself, either. He writes to serve…something. Somethingne — Joy Williams
The writer doesn’t write for the reader. He doesn’t write for himself, either. He writes to serve…something. Somethingne — Joy Williams
The writer doesn’t write for the reader. He doesn’t write for himself, either. He writes to serve…something. Somethingne — Joy Williams
The writer doesn’t write for the reader. He doesn’t write for himself, either. He writes to serve…something. Somethingne — Joy Williams
The writer doesn’t write for the reader. He doesn’t write for himself, either. He writes to serve…something. Somethingne — Joy Williams
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The writer doesn’t write for the reader. He doesn’t write for himself, either. He writes to serve…something. Somethingness. The somethingness that is sheltered by the wings of nothingness — those exquisite, enveloping, protecting wings.

— Joy Williams
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