Because she favours solitude and indwelling, an artist can live a significantly more claustrophobic life that she had ever intended.

Life is too short not to create, not to love, and not to lend a helping hand to our brothers and sisters.

Dream, but expect nothing. Desire, but expect nothing. Hope, but expect nothing. Release your need to control and gain real control.

There are an infinite number of rewards you could bestow on yourself for working at your creative projects, and you deserve every one of them.

We have enough experiences in a day to make art for a decade.

When you flow like water you bring all of your talents and resources to your creative work... Flow around every obstacle you encounter, including any you've erected yourself.

If, because of anxiety and self-doubt, you procrastinate and only think about working, you'll feel more exhausted than if you'd created for hours.

You can't plan in advance for everything - every mood swing, every mistake you might make in execution, every shift in your circumstances. But you can keep updating your plan.

The artist's personality, built upon strong desires and compassionate vision, is by its nature prone to depression.

Talent is so loaded a word, so full to the brim with meanings, that an artist might be wise to forget about it altogether and just keep on working.

One visit with a child can supply us with enough creativity dust to last for a lifetime... Visit with children like you're the child you ought to be more often.

One difference between poetry and lyrics is that lyrics sort of fade into the background. They fade on the page and live on the stage when set to music.

Now I'm a glorified bureaucrat holding on by my fingernails as we all slide into super-powered chaos. A voice of reason in a world gone mad.

Afghanistan's borders are arbitrary, drawn to meet 19th-century political needs rather than to respect ethnic or religious patterns.

But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.

Forsooth, I no longer toil in vain, To prove that demon pox warps the brain. So though 'ti pity, it's not in vain That the pox-ridden worm was slain: For to believe in me, you all must deign.

A cap of good acid costs $5, and for that you can hear the Universal Symphony, with God singing solo and the Holy Ghost on drums.

Hey! My body may be small, but my soul is large. It’s why I wear platforms. So I can reach the top of my soul.

The one charm about the past is that it is the past. But women never know when the curtain has fallen.

We need three kinds of pitching: left-handed, right-handed and relief.

Out here I had been putting what little money I had in Ocean Frontage, for the sole reason that there was only so much of it and no more, and that they wasent making any more.