A writer who hates the actual writing, who gets no joy out of the creation of magic by words, to me is simply not a writer at all. The actual writing is what you live for. The rest is something you have to get through in order to arrive at the point. How can you hate the actual writing? … How can you hate the magic which makes a paragraph or a sentence or a line of dialogue or a description something in the nature of a new creation? —
Raymond Chandler, in a letter to his publisher, Hamish Hamilton.
(Source: Frank MacShane’s The Life of Raymond Chandler, 1976)
Tip of the hat to Duane Swierczynski for posting this. Now I need to hunt down a copy of MacShane’s book on Chandler.