patientmaiden
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"So if everything fell apart and was incinerated, I would still be here waiting for the reason you left."
" I won't leave then," I said.
He looked at me intensely, "Then remember what Rilke said."
I stared into his eyes, "What did he say?"
"Just as the creative artist is not allowed to choose, neither is he permitted to turn his back on anything: a single refusal, and he is cast out of the state of grace and becomes sinful all the way through.''
"Anything?" I asked.
"Anything, especially me, and us."