The artist, busy and unsettled, can find a moment's peace - and even whole-being rejuvenation - by quietly attuning to a red sky, a gray sky, a black sky, a blue sky.

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.

Vulnerability creates unimaginable space to build each other up, as much as it creates ample room to tear each other down.

The purest regret, no matter what, is thinking you didn't love enough.

Evidence will terminate any short or long era of an argument.

Each morning puts man on trial and each evening passes judgement.

Two weeks ago we couldn't pronounce your name, but you were in the lead in a film that made millions, so we're sending you all these scripts.

Life was more difficult in Inkheart, yet it seemed to Meggie that with every new day Fenoglio's story was spinning a magic spell around her heart, sticky as a spider's web and enchantingly beautiful.

The great day of the Fire-eater - or, should I say, the day of the great Fire-eater - has passed.

By our trust in the divine beauty in every person we develop that beauty in ourselves.

If it had gone in, it would have been a goal.

There is tremendous inequity in Hollywood and politics, and I would say globally it's challenging to be a woman and succeed.