Love Quote by William Joyce

There is a kind of stubborn romance in Joyce's repetition: "really love" stacked three times like a mantra, then the hard pivot to "you just have to keep doing it". The line performs the psychology it prescribes. It starts in tenderness (love of craft) and ends in defiance (love as obligation), smuggling discipline into a sentiment that usually gets packaged as mere inspiration.

The specificity matters: writing, storytelling, drawing. Joyce isn't praising "creativity" as a lifestyle brand; he's naming adjacent crafts that share the same bruising reality - you make things in public, and other people feel entitled to judge the making. The phrase "no matter what anybody says" is intentionally vague, because the "anybody" changes: critics, teachers, gatekeepers, friends, algorithms, your own internal heckler. By refusing to identify the antagonist, Joyce implies the obstacle is structural and constant, not a one-off villain you can defeat and move past.

The subtext is less about talent than consent: are you willing to keep choosing the work after the novelty wears off and the feedback gets noisy? Joyce frames persistence as a moral imperative for people who "really love" the craft, a subtle guilt-trip that doubles as permission. It tells you that devotion isn't proved by big breaks or external validation; it's proved by returning to the page anyway, even when the culture - or your immediate circle - treats art as a phase.