I circled this from an article I read in the New York Times a year or so ago. About a month ago I was thinking about it and couldn't find it, but yesterday it appeared between some laundry.
The article was about an architect and his process. I love this quote, it makes me wonder about creation and if everything we are meant to create actually already exists and if so are we really discovering it. Even though he is referencing the architecture of a house, I think it applies to all life and all art forms.