“Don’t you usually find that it’s the best of you that distracts from your work? Your moral doubts. Your maddening sense that as you get older, people get more complex. Confusion about what’s right. Self-hatred, when you disappoint yourself. Knowing your limits. God, knowing your limits, the edges of what you’re capable of seeing. As if a person can be a scientist after they’ve touched the edge of the universe and felt that it’s only paint. When you get older, your imagination stops being limitless, and then that’s it for your magic. That’s the whole kit. Roll it up and go home.”
