The needs of a writer are ridiculous. We feed like toddlers on the sweet, sacred milk of our creative mothers. Inspiration, in all its goodness, is the nutrition we seek. And like crazed peasants dancing naked in the great Forest of Shadows, we scream with glee in the silence of the gods and goddesses
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