"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. (Maybe that last ain't a bad idea).
When everything works best it's not because you chose writing but because writing chose you. It's when you're mad with it, it's when it's stuffed in your ears, your nostrils, under your fingernails. It's when there's no hope but that.
Once in Atlanta, starving in a tar paper shack, freezing. There were only newspapers for a floor. And I found a pencil stub and I wrote on the white margins of the edges of those newspapers with the pencil stub, knowing that nobody would ever see it. It was a cancer madness. And it was never work or planned or part of a school. It was. That's all."
- Charles Bukowski (via Letters of Note)
1 comments:
I like those quotes. I feel like they explain you in so many ways! Writing is a cancer in your brain and the only cure is to write out those words. You amaze me all the time!
However, you better not be trying to get laid by any girls with any colored bells in their hair.
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