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"I don't know why I do what I do. If I did know, I probably wouldn't feel the need to do it. All I can say, and I say it with utmost certainty, is that I have felt this need since my earliest adolescence. I'm talking about writing, in particular, writing as a vehicle to tell stories, imaginary stories that have never taken place in what we call the real world. Surely it is an odd way to spend your life - sitting alone in a room with a pen in your hand, hour after hour, day after day, year after year, struggling to put words on pieces of paper in order to give birth to what does not exist - except in your head. Why on earth would anyone want to do such a thing? The only answer I have ever been able to come up with is: because you have to, because you have no choice."

(Stulet från guardian.co.uk, såväl fotot som texten, idag den 2006-11-06)

Ha ha! Nu fintade jag upp er på läktarna! Erkänn - ni trodde att det skulle komma en högtravande liknelse mellan Paul Austers kall och mitt eget. Mellan New York-trilogin och Fiaskot. Men ack, vad ni bedrog er.

Jag var bara inne på Guardian och ströläste när jag hittade en text skriven av Paul Auster och tänkte"Honom gillar ju jag, bäst att klippa in texten på Fiaskot". Och epsu faktum pepsum - ett inlägg blev det.

Om en stund på Fiaskot: ett scoop!