We write for the same reason that we walk, talk, climb mountains or swim the oceans โ because we can. We have some impulse within us that makes us want to explain ourselves to other human beings. Thatโs why we paint, thatโs why we dare to love someone- because we have the impulse to explain who we are. Not just how tall we are, or thinโฆ but who we are internallyโฆ perhaps even spiritually. Thereโs something, which impels us to show our inner-souls. The more courageous we are, the more we succeed in explaining what we know.
Maya AngelouCreativity or talent, like electricity, is something I don't understand but something I'm able to harness and use.
Maya AngelouI certainly do not adore the writer's discipline. I have lost lovers, endangered friendships, and blundered into eccentricity, impelled by a concentration which usually is to be found only in the minds of people about to be executed in the next half hour.
Maya Angelou