“You don't realize what a strain it is on the nerves to write or think-of-writing all day long, and to sleep full of nervous dreams, and to wake up not knowing who one is: this all stems from anxiety about finishing the book, about time 'growing short', etc., and the perpetual strain of invention.” ThinkingWritingLongBookDreamRealizingSleepKnowingGrowingAnxietyWake UpInventionNervousEtcNervesPerpetualNot KnowingStemStrainFinishing Book:Windblown World: The Journals of Jack Kerouac, 1947-1954 Source: Windblown World: The Journals of Jack Kerouac, 1947-1954
“An exquisite invention this, Worthy of Love's most honeyed kiss,-- This art of writing billet-doux-- In buds, and odors, and bright hues! In saying all one feels and thinks In clever daffodils and pinks; In puns of tulips; and in phrases, Charming for their truth, of daisies.” ThinkingFeelsWritingArtKissingWorthyCleverInventionPhrasesCharmingExquisiteBudDaisiesHuePunOdorDaffodilWorthy Of LoveArt Of Writing Author:Leigh Hunt