John Steinbeck

And it is interesting to think what paper and pencil and the wriggling words are. They are nothing but the trigger into joy – the shout of beauty – the carcajada of the pure bliss of creation. And often the words do not even parallel the feeling except sometimes in intensity. Thus a man full of a bursting joy may write with force and vehemence of some sad picture – o the death of beauty or the destruction of a lovely town – and there is only the effectiveness to prove how great and beautiful was his feeling.