I have never found anywhere, in the domain of art, that you don’t have to walk to. (There is quite an array of jets, buses, and hacks which you can ride to Success; but that is a different destination.) It is a pretty wild country. There are, of course, roads. Great artists make the roads; good teachers and good companions can point them out. But there ain’t no free rides, baby. No hitchhiking. And if you want to strike out in any new direction -you go alone. With a machete in your hand and the fear of God in your heart.
“Fifteen Vultures, The Strop, and the Old Lady” – Ursula K. Le Guin
The Language of the Night, pág 186