Let the world burn through you. Throw the prism light, white hot, on paper ~Ray Bradbury~
We all of us burn, in some way, with the painful fire of words that are yet unwritten, that spring unbidden into our minds or refuse to come just when we need them most. They tumble through our mind faster than we can write them down, and vanish like deer, dashing away through the trees even as we try to catch them; they sit on our mental pathways, occupying them in blatant, unreasonable protest against all other thoughts. To a writer, words are tangible things.