"When we sit down to work, we become like a magnetized rod that attracts iron filings. Ideas come. Insights accrete."

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I don't think he was ever happy unless someone was in love with him, responding to him like filings to a magnet, helping him to explain himself, promising him something. What it was I do not know. Perhaps they promised that there would always be women in the world who would spend their brightest, freshest, rarest hours to nurse and protect that superiority he cherished in his heart.

— F. Scott Fitzgerald