While our art cannot, as we wish it could save us from wars, privation, envy, greed, old age, or death, it can revitalize us amidst it all.
Writing is survival. Not to write, for many of us, is to die.
I have learned, on my journeys, that if I let a day go by without writing, I grow uneasy. Two days and I am in tremor. Three and I suspect lunacy. Four and I might as well be a hog, suffering the flux in a wallow. An hour’s writing is tonic. I’m on my feet, running circles and yelling for a clean pair of spats. – Ray Bradbury Zen in the Art of Writing