The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this:
A human
creature born abnormally, inhumanely sensitive.
To them... 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.
Add to this cruelly delicate organism the overpowering necessity to
create, create, create --
so that without the creating of music
or
poetry
or books
or buildings
or something of meaning,
their very breath
is cut off...
They must create, must pour out creation.
By some
strange, unknown, inward urgency
they are not really alive unless they
are creating.
~Pearl S. Buck
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