"‘It is only half an hour’ — ‘It is only an afternoon’ — ‘It is only an evening,’ —people say to me over and over again—but they don’t now that it is impossible to command one’s self sometimes to any stipulated and set disposal of five minutes—or that the mere consciousness of an engagement will sometimes worry a whole day. These are the penalties paid for writing books. Whoever is devoted to an Art must be content to deliver himself wholly up to it, and to find his recompense to it. I am grieved if you suspect me of not wanting to see you; but I can’t help it; I must go my way, whether or not."
— Charles Dickens, in an 1855 letter.
"We are thus of that ancient and honorable company of wise men of the tribe, of bards and story-tellers and minstrels, of soothsayers and priests, to whom in successive ages has been entrusted the keeping of the useful myths. Let not the harmless, necessary word ‘myth’ put us out of countenance. In the history of history, a myth is a once-valid but now discarded version of the human story, as our now valid versions will in due course be relegated to the category of discarded myths."
— Carl Becker’s presidential address to the American Historical Association, 1931
"But with the typewriter and the printing press, you can manufacture articles far more deadly and effective than bombs. Buy a mimeograph machine and learn how to use it. Long after the smoke and destruction of a bomb is forgotten, products of your imagination and creativity can live on, making tiny explosions inside people’s minds."
— How to Smash the State (1971) by Fred Woodworth