For this is what we do. Put one foot forward and then the other. Lift our eyes to the snarl and the smile of the world once more. Think. Act. Feel. Add our little consequence to the tides of good and evil that flood and drain the world. Drag our shadowed crosses into the hope of another night. Push our brave hearts into the promise of a new day. With love: the passionate search for a truth other than our own. With longing: the pure, ineffable yearning to be saved. For so long as fate keeps waiting, we live on. God help us. God forgive us. We live on.
— Gregory David Roverts, Shantaram
For most people writing is a lonely, frustrating and sometimes unhappy experience. The writer who actually enjoys writing seems to be unusual; most writers enjoy having written but get no joy whatever from the actual task of moving a pencil across a sheet of paper or hitting one key after another on a typewriter.
— S.R. Bernstein in The Art of Writing Advertising