"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 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, his very breath is cut
off from him. He must create, must pour out creation. By some strange, unknown, inward
urgency he is not really alive unless he is
creating." -Pearl Buck
overpowering necessity to create, create,
create - - - so that without the creating of
music or poetry or books or buildings or
something of meaning, his very breath is cut
off from him. He must create, must pour out creation. By some strange, unknown, inward
urgency he is not really alive unless he is
creating." -Pearl Buck
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