The brute, ugly fact might also be that the poison was his elixir. It could be that Hoffman belonged to that small group of artists who have an arrangement with their demons. It is the stuff of myth and folklore: the Faustian bargain, Balzac’s ‘The Wild Ass’s Skin,’ ‘The Picture of Dorian Gray.’ In these half-allegories, the price of remarkable creative vitality is a wasting away of mortality.
Lee Siegel on Philip Seymour Hoffman’s beautiful helplessness: (via newyorker)

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