What counts is what’s happening inside him, his own artistic fulfillment. If he can blow their skulls, that’s… — Robert Silverberg
What counts is what’s happening inside him, his own artistic fulfillment. If he can blow their skulls, that’s a bonus. But this is ecstasy. The whole universe is vibrating around him. A gigantic solo. God himself must have felt this way when he got to work on the first day.
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