Why I write

A simple phrase is enough to shake one's inner life: "Why do I write?" A certainty takes shape, paradoxical and burning: writing is pointless...

Prayer of the craftsman

12th-century monastic prayer: Teach me, Lord, to make good use of the time You give me for work… Teach me to combine haste and slowness….

From tradition…

“We are dwarfs standing on the shoulders of giants; we see more and farther than they do; not that our gaze is sharp, nor our stature great, but…”.