"The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: A human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive. To him, a touch is a blow, a sound a noise, a misfortune a tragedy, a joy an ecstasy, a friend a lover, a lover a god, and failure is death. And to this cruelly delicate organism the overpowering necessity to create, create, create- so that without creating, his very breath is cut off from him. He must create, must pour out creation. By some strange, unknown, inward urgency, he isn't alive unless he is creating." - P. Buck
*I will never take down my work. So if you see my profile disappear, something is wrong- FYI*
