Quotes About Passion

I will remember the hours of kisses our lips raw with love and how you offered me your cunt your soul your insides and how I answered offering you whatever was left of me

Too many writers write for the wrong reasons. They want to get famous or they want to get rich or they want to get laid by the girls with bluebells in their hair... When everything works best, it's not because you chose writing, but because writing chose you. It's when you're mad with it. When it's stuffed in your ears, nostrils, under your finger nails. It's when there's no hope but that.

I talked to Miriam. She says you paint and write, you're an artist at rare times I'm an artist; at most other times I'm nothing

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

take a writer away from his typewriter and all you have left is the sickness which started him typing in the beginning.

We'll sleep together tonight trying to fit ourselves inside the wallpaper.

There's no way I can stop writing, it's a form of insanity.

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

Writing is when I fly, writing is when I start fires. Writing is when I take death out of my left pocket, throw him against the wall and catch him as he bounces back.

That is the nature of Woman. They like the mutual exchange of dirty laundry, a bit of screaming, a bit of dramatics. Then an exchange of vows.

a poem is a city burning

Unless the sun inside you is burning your gut, don't to it.

I can sit down and vomit on the keys but it's my vomit. it's better than sitting in a room with 3 or 4 people and their pianos. this is my piano and it is better than theirs.

guido per le strade, ad un passo dal pianto, vergognandomi del mio sentimentalismo e del mio possibile amore.

once again I hear of somebody who is going to settle down and do their work, painting or writing or whatever, as soon as they get a better light installed, orassoonastheymovetoanew city, or as soon as they come back from the trip they have been planning, or as soon as . . . it's simple: they just don't want to do it, or they can't do it, otherwise they'd feel a burning itch from hell they could not ignore and "soon" would turn quickly into "now.

If you're going to try, go all the way. There is no other feeling like that. You will be alone with the gods, and the nights will flame with fire. You will ride life straight to perfect laughter. It's the only good fight there is." –Paraphrased from Charles Bukowski's poem "Roll the Dice

Medju nama nije bilo nikakve veze, osim sto smo pili i vodili ljubav.

ah, christ, what a CREW: more poetry, always more POETRY

Crear arte significa estar terriblemente solo para siempre.

And the writers keep writing and the artists keep painting but it doesn't mean too much.

All right, one of the women said, we know you think you're too good for this job. Too good? Yes, your attitude. You think we didn't notice it? That's when I first learned that it wasn't enough to just do your job, you had to have an interest in it, even a passion for it.

I am going to paint one day and when I do I will show the world what color means.

Find what you love and let it kill you. a

Quando tutto sarà finito sono sicuro che mi verrà concesso un minuto per ripensare a tutte le volte che volevo urlare cosa sentivo, ma sono stato zitto per paura di non essere capito, e rimpiangerò gli obbiettivi che ho abbandonato perché il timore di fallire mi ha impedito di perseguirli. Questa vita è una puttana e probabilmente mi spezzerà il cuore, ma cazzo, sono innamorato.