Thought I'd be never capable of even reading poetry in English, let alone writing it. Now I see not being a native speaker as an actual advantage, a blissful ignorance of what worlds "should" usually go together, and freedom to combine them in whatever way sounds intriguing.
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"Think of music as being a great snarl of a city. In the years I spent living there, I came to know its streets. Not just the main streets. Not just the alleys. I knew shortcuts and rooftops and parts of the sewers. I could move through the city like a rabbit in a bramble...
...I was quick and cunning an clever. Denna, on the other hand, had never been trained. She knew nothing of shortcuts. You’d think she’d be forced to wander the city, lost and helpless, trapped in a twisting maze of mortared stone...
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...But instead, she simply walked through the walls. She didn’t know any better. Nobody had ever told her she couldn’t. Because of this, she moved through the city like some faerie creature. She walked roads no one else could see, and it made her music wild and strange and free"
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-The wise man's fear, Patrick Rothfuss
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