“The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: A
human creature born abnormally, inhumanly 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.”
Image(s) from Wikimedia Commons
Photo of Pearl S. Buck, Pulitzer and Nobel Prize-winning American author, in 1932.
