He kept seeing the brains dribbling down the wallpaper. It wasnt the killing that stayed on his mind, it was the spilled talent. A lifetime of honing and shaping torn apart in less than a second. All those stories, all those images, and what came out looked like so much oatmeal. What was the point?
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Stephen King, Finders Keepers.