By all means continue destroying my possessions. I daresay I have too many.
J. K. RowlingRead
I want to fall in love with something in the way I fell in love with the idea of Harry before I write anything else.
Interpretation
This quote expresses a desire for deep emotional connection and passion in creativity, akin to the love felt for a beloved character.
J.K. Rowling conveys the importance of emotional investment in the creative process, suggesting that true inspiration stems from a profound love for one's ideas and characters. Before continuing her writing, she yearns to experience a similar depth of affection for her new work, which can lead to authenticity and depth in storytelling.
In practice
During a creative writing workshop to inspire authors.
By all means continue destroying my possessions. I daresay I have too many.
Where are you heading, if you’ve got the choice?” James lifted an invisible sword. “‘Gryffindor, where dwell the brave at heart!’ Like my dad.” Snape made a small, disparaging noise. James turned on him. “Got a problem with that?” “No,” said Snape, though his slight sneer said otherwise. “If you’d rather be brawny than brainy —” “Where’re you hoping to go, seeing as you’re neither?” interjected Sirius.
Depression isn't just being a bit sad. It's feeling nothing. It's not wanting to be alive anymore.
I tell you, that dragon's the most horrible animal I've ever met, but the way Hagrid goes on about it, you'd think it was a fluffy little bunny rabbit.
Imagine losing fingernails, Harry! That really puts our sufferings into perspective, doesn't it?
The consequences of our actions are always so complicated, so diverse, that predicting the future is a very difficult business indeed.
This is love: to fly toward a secret sky
To love beauty is to see light.
You are one of my nicest thoughts.
Who'll love Aladdin Sane? Battle cries and champagne just in time for sunrise.
i have found what you are like the rain (Who feathers frightened fields with the superior dust-of-sleep. wields easily the pale club of the wind and swirled justly souls of flower strike the air in utterable coolness deeds of gren thrilling light with thinned newfragile yellows lurch and.press --in the woods which stutter and sing And the coolness of your smile is stirringofbirds between my arms;but i should rather than anything have(almost when hugeness will shut quietly)almost, your kiss
We're not broken, just bent, and we can learn to love again.
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