Of course the writer and creative and “man on hunt to be celebrated posthumously” part of me immediately shouts: Hey fucker — you do that and we’re not going to make any really great stuff anymore! This is where our power comes from, not feeling like you’re enough is the explosion at the heart of the star keeping the lights on.
That guy sounds desperate. Also, sounds like another one for the “stupid shit I find myself believing” category:
“I have to feel unloved to make good things.”