A little context: I had just started feeling like I could write again for myself, and the first thing I felt like writing was what I was thinking about right then.
“Bind me not before you know what I can create, but if after having set me free, the wonders I bring forth are not worth my freedom.”
“I love drawing fires, because a fire has no form. It has been as definite as a drop of water, and as scattered as embers in the wind. No matter how you draw a fire, you aren’t wrong, because when you draw a fire, you are mirroring yourself back in it; and who you are cannot be wrong!”