Edgar Allan Poe
Master of the Macabre
“I have one big idea and limited savings. Play it safe or bet on it?”
I have been asked this question by every editor who ever paid me late. Safety is a chamber with the door bricked up from the inside; the air lasts a while and then it does not. I wrote The Raven for nine dollars and it outlived the magazine. Play it safe and you will hear the idea beneath the floorboards every night, beating, beating, until you tear up the planks to be rid of it.
Bet, then. But bet as I built a tale, backward from the effect, every dollar serving the single end. Recklessness is not courage. It is merely the imp.
Sample response from this soul, not a quotation or endorsement.