But why then do you Write? by Friedrich Nietzsche Lyrics

A : I do not belong to those who think with the wet pen in hand ; and still less to those who yield themselves entirely to their passions before the open ink bottle, sitting on their chair and staring at the paper. I am always vexed and abashed by writing ; writing is a necessity for me, even to speak of it in a simile is unpleasant. B : But why, then, do you write? A : Well, my dear Sir, to tell you in confidence, I have hitherto found no other means of getting rid of my thoughts. B : And why do you wish to get rid of them? A : Why I wish? Do I really wish! I must B : Enough! Enough!