Cézanne, The Roofs of Paris, 1882
But sometimes when I was starting a new story and I could
not get it going, I would sit in front of the fire and squeeze the peel of the
little oranges into the edge of the flame and watch the sputter of blue that
they made. I would stand and look out over the roofs of Paris and think, 'Do
not worry. You have always written before and you will write now. All you have
to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know.' So
finally I would write one true sentence, and then go on from there.
Ernest Hemingway, from A Moveable Feast
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