May 12, 2016
...he has almost reached the perfection of a lunatic, because he's an artist who hasn't the faintest idea what his work is or means, he's not restrained by such crude concepts of 'being' or 'meaning,' he's the vehicle of higher mysteries, he doesn't know how he created his work or why, it just came out of him spontaneously, like vomit out of a drunkard, he did not think, he wouldn't stoop to thinking, he just felt it, all he has to do is feel...
Richard Halley, Atlas Shrugged