The urge to convert experience into a group of words that are in a grammatical relation to one another is the most basic, ongoing impulse of my life.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
It took me years to understand that words are often as important as experience, because words make experience last.
I spend my days kneeling in the muck of language, feeling around for gooey verbs, nouns, and modifiers that I can squash together to make a blob of a sentence that bears some likeness to reason and sense.
Passion is energy. Feel the power that comes from focusing on what excites you.
I can understand that there are those who can think and imagine the world without words, but I think that once you find the words that name your experience, then suddenly that experience becomes grounded, and you can use it and you can try to understand it.
Anytime that I've felt uninspired, I don't force myself to sit down and write. I only do it when I feel the impulse.
Thought is the labor of the intellect, reverie is its pleasure.
Passion is just something that comes naturally to me.
An intense anticipation itself transforms possibility into reality; our desires being often but precursors of the things which we are capable of performing.
Most of what one feels compelled to write stems from a deep emotional uncertainty.
My life, at least, is divided between writing and performing and mixtures of the two.
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