Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something.
Kurt VonnegutI love you, Eliza,โ I said. She thought about it. โNo,โ she said at last, โI donโt like it.โ โWhy not?โ I said. โItโs as though you were pointing a gun at my head,โ she said. โItโs just a way of getting somebody to say something they probably donโt mean. What else can I say, or anybody say, but, โI love you, tooโ?
Kurt Vonnegut