O magnet-South! O glistening perfumed South! My South! O quick mettle, rich blood, impulse and love! Good and evil! O all dear to me!
Walt WhitmanSo here I sit in the early candle-light of old age-I and my book-casting backward glances over out travel'd road.
Walt WhitmanThe secret of it all, is to write in the gush, the throb, the flood, of the moment โ to put things down without deliberation โ without worrying about their style โ without waiting for a fit time or place. I always worked that way. I took the first scrap of paper, the first doorstep, the first desk, and wrote โ wrote, wroteโฆBy writing at the instant the very heartbeat of life is caught.
Walt Whitman