Simply put, the best sentence(s) I’ve read this past week, presented out of context and without commentary.
“Your wife told me once in the summer that I should write a history play, and now I want to write and write; it seems I could just sit for three days and night, without getting up, and keep writing. Images wear me out, they crowd in my head, and I feel as if my brain is pulsing. I have no wish at all that something special should come from me, that I should create some great thing, I simply want to live, to dream, to hope, to keep up everywhere.”
Three Years by Anton Chekhov