A writer, or any artist, can’t expect to be embraced by the people [but] you just keep doing your work - because you have to, because it’s your calling.

My sunglasses are like my guitar.

We go through life. We shed our skins. We become ourselves.

To be an artist — actually, to be a human being in these times — it’s all difficult. … What matters is to know what you want and pursue it.

Never let go of that fiery sadness called desire.

Where does it all lead? What will become of us? These were our young questions, and young answers were revealed. It leads to each other. We become ourselves.

Life isn't some vertical or horizontal line -- you have your own interior world, and it's not neat.

I imagined myself as Frida to Diego, both muse and maker. I dreamed of meeting an artist to love and support and work with side by side.

Swift is the arrow, dark is the thorn, the slate is clean, the future awaits, awake.

Make your interactions with people transformational, not just transactional.

To me, punk rock is the freedom to create, freedom to be successful, freedom to not be successful, freedom to be who you are. It's freedom.

Men kick friendship around like a football, but it doesn't seem to crack. Women treat it like glass and it goes to pieces.

And once again we plighted our troth, And titter'd, caress'd, kiss'd so dearly.

I don't like show business. I don't like the business. I love acting. I love this. I love talking to people.

I feel the calmest when I'm drawing or when I'm creating images. I love connecting the mind with the hand and producing something - that is very comforting and centering for me.

The artist has a special task and duty... reminding people of their humanity and the promise of their creativity.

I could not make a move without making love.

It's not enough that [the photograph] is beautiful. If it doesn't move my heart, it won't move anyone else's heart.

There is no kind of idleness by which we are so easily seduced as that which dignifies itself by the appearance of business.

Many times through the ages, like as not the chance appears, but because of indecision, man's fond hopes are drowned in tears.