When Lewis Carroll wrote Jabberwocky, he gave permission for writers everywhere to unleash their love of words. Carroll did this with abandon, whiffling through the tulgey wood with all manner of new verbs and nouns all the while leading us along a vividly described path. You’re not the same after reading this poem (nor is the English language: galumphing is a word I’ve used in all seriousness–well, as serious as one can be in using galumphing–because (I think; I hope) Carroll put it into parlance. And shouldn’t brillig get equal attention?)–which is one effect good writing consistently has.
So if you’re a writer, let fly. Relish words, and use them well, every frabjous day.