These words struck me, so I wrote them down for you. And for me.
Both come from recent articles in The New Yorker.
"I suffered a good deal from the contradiction between knowing writing was the job I was born for and finding nowhere to have that knowledge confirmed."
"Actually, 'Hallelujah' had taken him five years. He drafted dozens of verses and then it was years more before he settled on a final version. In several writing sessions, he found himself in his underwear, banging his head against a hotel-room floor."