In the deepest hour of the night, confess to yourself that you would die if you were forbidden to write. And look deep into your heart where it spreads its roots, the answer, and ask yourself, must I write? – Rainer Maria Rilke

In the deepest hour of the night, confess to yourself that you would die if you were forbidden to write. And look deep into your heart where it spreads its roots, the answer, and ask yourself, must I write? – Rainer Maria Rilke

When the creative impulse sweeps over you, grab it. You grab it and honor it and use it, because momentum is a rare gift. – Justina Chen

When the creative impulse sweeps over you, grab it. You grab it and honor it and use it, because momentum is a rare gift. – Justina Chen

When the creative impulse sweeps over you, grab it. You grab it and honor it and use it, because momentum is a rare gift. – Justina Chen

When the creative impulse sweeps over you, grab it. You grab it and honor it and use it, because momentum is a rare gift. – Justina Chen