“For the truly creative mind in any field is no more than this — a human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive— a touch is a blow, a sound is a noise, a misfortune is a tragedy, a joy is an ecstasy, a friend is a lover, a lover is a god, and failure is death... He must create. He must pour out creation. By some strange unknown pressing inward urgency he is not really alive unless he is creating.”
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