Rushdie says,

"The lives of artists are more fragile than their creations."

This is so true and beautifully said. But I can't help but wonder which comes first.

Is it the fragility of their lives that causes their creations to be a fragile reflection of it? Or is it the fragility of their creations that causes their lives to be modified in such a way to protect these creations?

Perhaps it's a bit of both, each feeding off the other in a vicious cycle that eventually wears both down.

I don't know. It's interesting.