better? But what would become of me if I didn’t write what…
““better? But what would become of me if I didn’t write what I can, however inferior it may be to what I am? In my ambitions I’m a plebeian, because I try to achieve; like someone afraid of a dark room, I’m afraid to be silent. I’m like those who prize the medal more than the struggle to get it, and savour glory in a fur-lined cape. For me, to write is self-deprecating, and yet I can’t quit doing it. Writing is like the drug I abhor and keep taking, the addiction I despise and depend on. There are necessary poisons, and some are extremely subtle, composed of ingredients from the soul, herbs collected from among the ruins of dreams, black poppies found next to the graves of our intentions, the long leaves of obscene trees whose branches sway on the echoing banks of the soul’s infernal rivers. To write is to lose myself, yes, but everyone loses himself, because everything gets lost. I, however, lose myself without any joy – not like the river flowing into the sea for which it was secretly born, but like the puddle left on the beach by the high tide, and its water sinks into the sand, never returning to the sea.””
About This Quote
This interpretation was drafted with AI assistance. It is one reading of the quote, not the author's own explanation.
The writer feels compelled to write despite self‑doubt, seeing it as both a painful addiction and a necessary, soul‑deep practice that can lead to loss of self without joy.
In simple terms: Writing is a painful, addictive need that can erase self‑identity.
Embrace writing despite fear, but seek balance.
Themes
Mood
Type
When to use this quote
- journaling
- creative projects
- therapy
- night‑time reflection
- academic research
Key Concepts
Questions to Reflect On
- Do you write out of love or compulsion?
- How can you find joy in the process?
The quote romanticizes suffering, ignoring healthier creative habits.