Quotes About Passion

Sweet Christ, you must know that a man will go further for any poem than for any woman ever born.

he asked, what makes a man a writer? well, I said, it's simple, it's either you get it down on paper or you jump off a bridge. writers are desperate people and when they stop being desperate they stop being writers. are you desperate? I don't know...

A writer is not a writer because he has written some books. A writer is not a writer because he teaches literature. A writer is only a writer if he can write now, tonight, this minute.

the grace is being able to like rock music, symphony music, jazz … anything that contains the original energy of joy.

But you know, only boring people get bored. They have to prod themselves continually in order to feel alive.

God damn the geraniums! ...It was like trying to screw during an aerial attack.

All of which is to say, I didn't pay a hell of a lot of attention to grammar, and when I write it is for the love of the word, the color, like tossing paint on a canvas, and using a lot of ear and having read a bit here and there, I generally come out ok, but technically I don't know what's happening, nor do I care.

I've got the sad sads all I want to do is fuck you.

Lawyers, doctors, plumbers, they all made the money. writers? writers starved. writers suicided. writers went mad.

Some men are crazy, I said, moving toward the door. What do wou mean? I mean, some men are in love with their wives.

do it, do it, do it. do it. all the way all the way.

Writing is its own intoxication.

restless days and sleepless nights always fighting with all your heart and soul so as not to fail at living

I'm fucking the grave, I thought, I'm bringing the dead back to life, marvelous so marvelous like eating cold olives at 3 am with half the town on fire)

if it doesn't come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don't do it. unless it comes unasked out of your heart and your mind and your mouth and your gut, don't do it.

I'm sorry, I said, I'm really sorry. I stood up in a cafe and screamed I'm in love, and now you've made a fool of me…

I do not feel good. I've got the sad sads. All I want to do is fuck you.

If you are going to try, go all the way, otherwhise don't even start.

unless it comes out of your soul like a rocket, unless being still would drive you to madness or suicide or murder, don't do it. unless the sun inside you is burning your gut, don't do it. when it is truly time, and if you have been chosen, it will do it by itself and it will keep on doing it until you die or it dies in you. there is no other way. and there never was.

Maybe I'd be a bank robber. Some god-damned thing. Something with flare, fire. You only had one shot. Why be a window washer?

Nëse një ditë më dëgjoni të flasë për dashuri, e yje... ju lutem, më vrisni!

She's mad but she's magic. There's no lie in her fire.

if you have to wait for it to roar out of you, then wait patiently. if it never does roar out of you, do something else.

I only want the sky to burn me more and more burn me out so that the sun begins at 6 in the morning and goes past midnight