Quotes About Passion

Naturally, you don't sit down in "white hot inspiration" and write with a burning flame in front of you. But since I knew I could never be happy being anything but a writer, and Mockingbird put itself together for me so accommodatingly, I kept at it because I knew it had to be my first novel, for better or for worse.

I like to write. Sometimes I'm afraid that I like it too much because when I get into work I don't want to leave it. As a result I'll go for days and days without leaving the house or wherever I happen to be. I'll go out long enough to get papers and pick up some food and that's it. It's strange, but instead of hating writing I love it too much.

What is it that you like doing? If you don't like it, get out of it, because you'll be lousy at it.

Love will not serve those who do not live for her, and in her, and to whom she is not the breath of life.

Labels don't mean anything to me. I'm trying to play as passionately as I'm able to. If they want to call that cool, that's fine. Just spell the name right, is the formula.

I only make movies to finance my fishing'.

I've done a lot of albums and I kinda know when I'm onto something that was inspirational for me to record and create, and this was one of those projects where I really enjoyed making the album.

An artist has been defined as a neurotic who continually cures himself with his art.

I want to be Tragedy, I want to be Juliet, I want to be Romeo. Thus with a kiss I die.

Baby, you're so fine, I'd drink a tub of your bath water.

It's geeks who really make or break a TV show or movie or videogame.

Oh, love. Love is best of all. There is no such total element, not even pain. Who has ever loved, knows this. I need not say more.

Some writers, of course, simply write, as they feel they are driven to do, by outer/inner inspirations. If, after the work is written and, hopefully, published, others respond -- that is the Champagne. But we, or some of us, don't write for the Champagne. We write because we write.

I must suppose that reading wonderful writers may, inadvertently, teach an avid reader a great deal -- not only about life and other matters, but about how to write. Therefore doubtless I have benefited from frequent immersions in the glowing genius of others. It would be nice to think so. (I do actually think so). But to improve my skills will never be the prompting force of my reading -- that's just literary lust.

I held out my book. It was precious to me, as were all the things I'd written; even where I despised their inadequacy there was not one I would disown. Each tore its way from my entrails. Each had shortened my life, killed me with its own special little death.

You have to understand, I don't play golf for fun. It's my business. When the mailman starts delivering mail on his off day, that's when I'll start playing golf for the hell of it. I like to play in tournaments. There are many great courses around the world that I have never played that are next door to tournaments. I have not played them because I don't play for fun

I never played much golf as a kid. I caddied quite a bit but never got serious into golf until about age 15.

Golf isn't just my business, it's my hobby.

Whatever I did—whether I was writing or playing—there was blood on the pages, there was blood on the strings, because anything less than that was just bullshit, and a waste of fucking time.

I flush with heaving passion's strange delight, Yet find contentment lost in appetite.

Love is the Soul's exquisite vibrations.... Love is the Soul at song.

Sig mig nu hr. Fern, hvorfor slog De på den gong-gong? - Jeg har altid brændt efter at knalde løs på sådan en gong-gong! - Altid … - Nå ja, siden jeg så den. Vi snakker en tid om gong-gonger. Om eventuelle personlige gong-gonger skulle dukke op og meddele sig tværs over afgrunden. - Gong-gonger siger mig intet! siger jeg. - Jeg kan blot godt lide at slå på dem!

Jeg vil ikke have noget engang - jeg vil have det nu. Men jeg ved kraftknuseme ikke, hvad det er, jeg vil have

Hvis man er forelsket, tænker man jo ikke på, at pigen er tung. Næ, man slæber hende på fuglevinger gennem den halve verden, hvis det behøv's