Quotes About Passion

Eroticism is one of the basic means of self-knowledge, as indispensable as poetry.

Each man carries within him the soul of a poet who died young.

. . . All artists' work is autobiographical. Any writer's work is a map of their psyche. You can really see what their concerns are, what their obsessions are, and what interests them.

Painting or poetry is made as one makes love - a total embrace, prudence thrown to the winds, nothing held back.

To be a poet is a condition, not a profession.

Poetry has been the longest pleasure of my life.

I'm a professional and I'll do anything - a poetry reading, television, cinema, anything that allows me to act.

There is something about writing poetry that brings a man close to the cliff's edge.

Drunken with what? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you will. But be drunken.

The poet speaks adequately only when he speaks somewhat wildly... not with intellect alone, but with intellect inebriated by nectar.

For you was I born, for you do I have life, for you will I die, for you am I now dying.

I took my vow to poetry; this is where I'm going to be. These are my people; this is my tribe. This is where I'm going to put my energy.

I still believe in the need for guitars and drums and desperate poetry.

I want to be a poet, from head to toe, living and dying by poetry.

Well, write poetry, for God's sake, it's the only thing that matters.

But you hate poetry! Yes, but you make me want to write it.

He lives the poetry that he cannot write. The others write the poetry that they dare not realize

It was at that age that poetry came in search of me.

I didn't choose poetry: poetry chose me.

Here is the repeated image of the lover destroyed.

I didn't write my poems because I wanted to, they were wrung from me. I had to write them.

I began to write poetry when I was about four years old. In other words, I've always been writing poetry.

Women who are inclined to write poetry at all are inspired by being mad at something.

I find I cannot exist without Poetry