Nabokov somewhere asks us to choose which of three person is most likely to become a writer of significance:
one who has profoundly considered the great questions, who has taken pains to formulate complex and adequate answers to the pressing problems facing humanity;
one who is intensely sensitive to the world, the feelings evoked in the soul by time, nature, love, beauty, connections of every kind;
one who enjoys leafing through the dictionary.
Well you can guess who gets Nabokov's vote, and mine -- and this was to be the capper to the former discussion of Fictive Internal Movies versus Jackdaw Packs of Words as the font of fiction.