Quotes About Passion

The only thing worth writing about is the human heart in conflict with itself

An artist is a creature driven by demons. He doesn't know why they choose him and he's usually too busy to wonder why.

You intend to kiss me and yet you are going to all this damn trouble about it.

If a story is in you, it has got to come out.

Perhaps love cannot live anywhere but books.

yes I hate him I would die for him I've already died for him I die for him over and over again

If you write something that you love beyond all reason, it is wrong and you should strike it out.

She wasn't born for this kind of life. You have to be born for this like you have to be born a butcher or a barber, I guess. Wouldn't anybody be either of them just for money or fun.

the problems of the human heart in conflict with itself which alone can make good writing because only that is worth writing about, worth the agony and the sweat.

My gad, one of them, warrant officer pilot, captain and M. C. in turn said to me once; if you can treat a crate that way, why do you want to fly at all?

I only write when the spirit moves me ... and the spirit moves me every day. William Faulkner, Oxford, Mississippi

Then that had passed. It was 1923 and I wrote a book and discovered that my doom, fate, was to keep on writing books: not for any exterior or ulterior purpose: just writing the books for the sake of writing the books;

I write when I am inspired and I make sure I am inspired every day.

curiosity is another of the mistresses whose slaves decline no sacrifice.

From time to time he would feel that acute surge go over him, like his blood was too hot all of a sudden, dying away into that warm unhappy feeling that fiddle music gave him.

Don't be 'a writer.' Be writing.

To be young. To be young. There is nothing else like it: there is nothing else in the world

I was a little crazy. You know how it is, how you want to rush into something you know is going to happen, no matter what it is. I guess lovers and suicides both know that feeling.

Listen: it's got to be all honeymoon, always. Either heaven, or hell: no comfortable safe peaceful purgatory between for you and me to wait in until good behavior or forbearance or shame or repentance overtakes us.

It ain't the man a woman cares for that reaps the harvest of passion, you know: it's the next man that comes along after she's lost the other one.

Don't be a writer; be writing.

Keep it amateur. You're not writing for money but for pleasure. It should be fun. And it should be exciting. Maybe not as you write, but after it's done you should feel an excitement, a passion. That doesn't mean feeling proud, sitting there gloating over what you've done. It means you know you've done your best. Next time it's going to be better.

When you surf, as I then understood it, you live and breathe waves. You always know what the surf is doing. You cut school, lose jobs, lose girlfriends, if it's good.

Surfing, to begin with, was not a "sport." It was a "path." And the more you poured into it, the more you got back from it—he