The mind travels faster than the pen; consequently, writing becomes a question of learning to make occasional wing shots, bringing down the bird of thought as it flashes by. A writer is a gunner, sometimes waiting in the blind for something to come in, sometimes roaming the countryside hoping to scare something up.
There are poems
inside of you
that paper can’t
Our sweetest songs are those of saddest thought.
I’d cut my soul into a million different pieces just to form a constellation to light your way home. I’d write love poems to the parts of yourself you can’t stand. I’d stand in the shadows of your heart and tell you I’m not afraid of your dark.
Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing.
Strong and content I travel the open road.
He asked, “What makes a writer?” “Well,” I said, “it’s simple. You either get it down on paper, or jump off a bridge.
//Absurdly helpful for people writing royal characters and/or characters who interact with royalty and members of the nobility.
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