“Remember when you were a child, and you were stuck in a house on a rainy day, and Mom sat you at the kitchen table, gave you a pencil, a sharpener, a box of crayons, and a ream of paper, and you went at it? You drew all day long and never got blocked, never concerned yourself with perfection, never worried about repeating yourself. All of your people had triangle noses, brilliant smiles, and arms like the branches of a tree. You were so good at this because you were into the fun of it…It was the making of the art that both compelled and rewarded you. The doing, not the having done.”

- John Dufresne, The Lie that Tells the Truth