“And indeed artistic experience lies so incredibly close to sexual experience, to its pains and pleasures, that both phenomena are really just different forms of one and the same desire and felicity.”—Letters to a Young Poet, by Rainer Maria Rilke
“I was walking down the road with two friends when the sun set; suddenly, the sky turned as red as blood. I stopped and leaned against the fence, feeling unspeakably tired. Tongues of fire and blood stretched over the bluish black fjord. My friends went on walking, while I lagged behind, shivering with fear. Then I heard the enormous, infinite scream of nature.
(…) for several years I was almost mad…You know my picture, ‘’The Scream?’’ I was stretched to the limit - nature was screaming in my blood… After that I gave up hope ever of being able to love again.”—Edvard Munch