A chap has to get rid of his ideas somewhere, or they'll turn sour and give him pain.
What is art? Just self-indulgence. You give way to it. It's a vice. <<<
From A HORSES MOUTH by Joyce Cary. >>>
That pretty much sums it up. You have to do something with your ideas to keep from going mad.No mark, no evidence of anything done, no one to create a pattern out of the chaos of infinity and we might as well ring down the curtain and turn out the lights.