Quotes About Passion

I write because I've always written, can't stop. I am a writing animal. The way a silk worm is a silk-producing animal.

Every spendthrift passion has its attendant courtiers.

Rock 'n' roll is an attitude, it's not a musical form of a strict sort. It's a way of doing things, of approaching things. Writing can be rock 'n' roll, or a movie can be rock 'n' roll. It's a way of living your life.

The real question is what to live for. And I can't answer it. Except another one of your records. And another chance for me to write. Art for art's sake, corny as that sounds.

if the main reason we listen to music in the first place is to hear passion expressed- as i've believed all my life-then what good is this music going to prove to be? what does that say about us? what are we confirming in ourselves by doting on art that is emotionally neutral? and, simultaneously, what in ourselves might we be destroying or at least keeping down?

Nothing, believe me, nothing is more satisfying to me personally than getting a great idea and then beatin' it to death.

She knew she was obsessed, but it was turning out that she was the kind of person who needed to be obsessed with something, and she could have done a lot worse.

You don't have to do anything. This is what you don't understand! You don't know any older magicians except our professors. It's a wasteland out there. Out here. You can do nothing or anything or everything, and none of it matters. You have to find something to really care about to keep from running totally off the rails. A lot of magicians never find it.

There is something beyond freedom that people need: work, love, belief in something, commitment to something. Freedom is not enough.It's necessary but it'd not sufficient. It's what you do with freedom - what you give it up for - that matters

You love and you hate and you grieve and you don't even feel it.

Her white fox fur was coarse and smooth at the same time, and she made little yipping snarls every time he pushed himself deeper inside her. He never wanted to stop.

The gods were great, but what good was greatness if you didn't love?

What was so great about magic anyway, compared to love? Seriously, what?

autistically focused right

He slid down the stone bench to her end and kissed her and bit her lower lip until she gasped.

It was easy when you were this angry, and this good, and God he was angry. And good.

But what good was greatness if you didn't love?

It's a wasteland out there. Out here. You can do nothing or anything or everything, and none of it matters. You have to find something to really care about to keep from running totally off the rails.

Volevo il movimento, non un'esistenza quieta. Volevo l'emozione, il pericolo, la possibilità di sacrificare qualcosa al mio amore. Avvertivo dentro di me una sovrabbondanza di energia che non trovava sfogo in una vita tranquilla

I'm a study of a man in chaos in search of frenzy.

It proves that no man can be a success in two national pastimes.

Some men are born husbands; they have a passion for domesticity, for a fireside, for a home. Yet, curiously, these men very rarely stay at home. Apparently what they want is to have a place to get away from.

When a passion is not realized ... it fades away, or becomes ideal worship--Dante--Petrarch--that sort of thing!

I don't wait for inspiration. Writing is my job.