The poet Diane Wakoski writing on literary greed.
There can be no greater joy than making a poem or story or a picture that tells about you, your thoughts, your life, your feelings. In this case, I think Emerson was right. If there is any virtue in being an artist, that virtue is its own reward. Why then, expect the world to applaud you, to honor you, to pay for your pleasure, your indulgence? But that is the greed of all us, the poets, who want our play considered work; want to be respected and paid for saying what we think and feel. Such luxury.