All life is death. You don't fool yourself about this anymore. You slash at the perfect canvas with strokes of paint and replace the perfect picture of your imagination with the reality of what you are capable of. From death, and sorrow, and compromise, you create. This is what it means, you finally realize, to be alive. ("The Chambered Fruit")
M. Rickert, American Fantastic Tales: Terror and the Uncanny from the 1940's Until Now
art, creativity, death, imagination, life