It is the use of creativity which heals the creative wound.

Growth is an erratic forward movement: two steps forward, one step back. Remember that and be very gentle with yourself.

What we really want to do is what we are really meant to do. When we do what we are meant to do, money comes to us, doors open for us, we feel useful, and the work we do feels like play to us.

The voice of our original self is often muffled, overwhelmed, even strangled, by the voices of other people’s expectations.

I have learned, as a rule of thumb, never to ask whether you can do something. Say, instead, that you are doing it. Then fasten your seat belt. The most remarkable things follow.

Perfectionism is not a quest for the best. It is a pursuit of the worst in ourselves, the part that tells us that nothing we do will ever be good enough - that we should try again.

It takes constant vigilance not to slip into negativity or simple apathy. It takes courage to believe over any given period of time that we are getting better and not sliding into decline.

As you move toward a dream, the dream moves toward you.

Creativity requires faith. Faith requires that we relinquish control.

If we lean into what we love instead of soldiering toward what we 'should,' our pace quickens, our energy rises, optimism sets in. What we love is nutritious for us.

What we focus on, we empower and enlarge. Good multiplies when focused upon. Negativity multiplies when focused upon. The choice is ours: Which do we want more of?

From love's plectrum arisesthe song of the string of lifeLove is the light of lifelove is the fire of life

A calamity can horrify an individual who is obsessed about life destruction and that particular individual could not indulge the beauty of living for the rest of his or her natural life.

I often wished that more people understood the invisible side of things. Even the people who seemed to understand, didn't really.

All you god damn dirty Catholics can cath-o-lick my balls.

You ever want me to show you what it's like to have a man in your bed, you know where to find me.

I have been involved in some films other actresses would not have done.

Last night, I was on the threshold of hell. To-day, I am within sight of my heaven. I have my eyes on it: hardly three feet to sever me!

That young man with the long, auburn hair and the impudent face - that young man was not really a poet; but surely he was a poem.

Life is little more than a loan shark: It exacts a very high rate of interest for the few pleasures it concedes

No chance. It'd be like cutting off our hands." "Then learn to live without your hands." "No, because then we won't be able to do this," Ben says, giving him the finger [...]