The Writer, the Artist...

Here's one of those things I would have loved to have been able to say with such eloquence and simplicity. It's something Harold Pinter said--perhaps in an interview--and it's quoted at the end of the long obituary for Pinter in today's New York Times. He was talking about writing, and this is what he said:

I find at the end of the journey, which of course is never ending, that I have found things out. I don't go away and say: 'I have illuminated myself. You see before you a changed person.' It's a more surreptitious sense of discovery that happens to the writer himself.

Precisely. That's the joy and the importance of it, a reward in itself.