I grew to see my affliction as my gift. When I sang, I soared. I could soar higher than all those hurts aimed at my heart. All I needed was the courage to be me.

All I needed was the courage to be me. That courage took a lifetime to develop.

It is necessary to keep one's compass in one's eyes and not in the hand, for the hands execute, but the eye judges.

If the world stops spinning, slowing to a crawl. I will continue to dream of you. Until, I no longer dream at all.

Your greater purpose is already written in the fabric of your being

What is evil? - Whatever springs from weakness.

Nothing you write, if you hope to be good, will ever come out as you first hoped.

Well-established theories collapse under the weight of new facts and observations which cannot be explained, and then accumulate to the point where the once useful theory is clearly obsolete.

I find old copies of National Gallery catalogues, which are written in the dryest possible prose, infinitely soothing.

My experience is that relationships can be difficult, hard work. I love to be in a relationship.

I would be a horrible girlfriend at this point in my life, because I’m both needy and unavailable.

Can imagination act Perpendicular to fact? Can it be a kite that flies Till the Earth , umbrella-wise, Folds and drops away from sight?