" Writing was an occupation comparable with play. The child took it seriously, and carried it out with great care, and though it was only play, and nothing depended on it, it was tiring. She was forever putting questions to me that no writer, journalist or reader can answer: how did a novel come into existence out of nothing, from mere words? I couldn’t explain to her the familiar, everyday magic of creation. There was no way of expressing how and from where the letters arrived on the empty page. "

― Magda Szabó , The Door