The only way out is the way through, just as you cannot escape from death except by dying. Being unable to write, you must examine in writing this being unable, which becomes for the present --henceforth? --the subject to which you are condemned.
Source: Journal of the Fictive Life, Reflexions of the Novelist Felix Ledger, sct. B, 1965.
-- Howard Nemerov, (Mar 1 1920-1991), US poet, novelist, critic; His poetry, marked by irony and self-deprecatory wit, is often about nature; won Pulitzer Prize, 1978, for The Collected Poems of Howard Nemerov.