" The truly creative mind is no more than this: A human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive. To her 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, poetry, books, or art or something of meaning her very breath is cut from her. She must create, must pour out creation. By some strange, unknown, inward urgency she is not really alive unless she is creating."