“Clearly the Old One had the capacity to kill - or easily deliver some sort of final ending that sounded remarkably like death.”

Facebook post, https://www.facebook.com/GovernorMigunaMiguna/posts/562705787252139, 2016 <br class="br">2016

Ronan, about Blue
The Raven Cycle Series, The Dream Thieves (2013)

Source: The People Look Like Flowers at Last

Source: Clockwork Prince

Autobiography (1936; 1949; 1958)

Source: The Real Frank Zappa Book (1989), p. 144.

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"Recollection", Collected Works, vol. 1 (1972), as translated by David Paul
Variant translations:
A poem is never finished; it's always an accident that puts a stop to it — i.e. gives it to the public.
As attributed in Susan Ratcliffe, Concise Oxford Dictionary of Quotations (2011), p. 385.
A poem is never finished; it is only abandoned.
Widely quoted, this is a paraphrase of Valéry by W. H. Auden in 1965. See W. H. Auden: Collected Poems (2007), ed. Edward Mendelson, "Author's Forewords", p. xxx.
An artist never finishes a work, he merely abandons it.
A paraphrase by Aaron Copland in the essay "Creativity in America," published in Copland on Music (1944), p. 53
In the eyes of those lovers of perfection, a work is never finished — a word that for them has no sense — but abandoned; and this abandonment, whether to the flames or to the public (and which is the result of weariness or an obligation to deliver) is a kind of an accident to them, like the breaking off of a reflection, which fatigue, irritation, or something similar has made worthless.

History of the Indies (1561)