There are souls, he thought, whose umbilicus has never been... - Ursula K. Le Guin, The Dispossessed

"A scientist can pretend that his work isn't himself, it's merely the impersonal truth. An artist can't hide behind the truth. He can't hide anywhere."

"Where does your soul go, when you die in Hell?"

"A scientist can pretend that his work isn't himself, it's merely the impersonal truth. An artist can't hide behind the truth. He can't hide anywhere."