"The gods have given you the golden gift--the creative faculty.

And there's a price to pay if you don't use the gift." Nan's "blue violet" eyes held a startled look.
"You've got something which isn't given to everyone.

To precious few, in fact! And if you don't use it, it will poison everything.

We artists _may not_ rust.

If we do, the soul corrodes." The sincerity of his tone was unmistakable.