To suffer together is to suffer with beauty.

Understand, it's never been easy to live, when we're trying to escape ourselves.

I place solitude in a frame on my desk and call it, the one I love.

Maybe if I could slip into Sylvia's mind, sort out the spices in her rack, alphabetize them and dust them off. Maybe then I'd understand how it's the little things that pull you under.

We must live with our hearts in our hands - like Mary.We must hold the blood-red heart and no be disappointedwhen others look away.

As I go under, I wonder if there’s a reason for art?

Yes, it hurts to fall— ache, tenderness—but each scar is a sign your system is working.

She pours sugar on her life and drinks the artist’s marrow in the bone of her glass and she lives.

in the corner of the painting of successthe signature is blurred

Like the kite that caught up to the sky, painted with clouds, I lost track of it, but it was connected by string, something I was holding, something I could always bring back.

Sometimes darknessis the beauty I am made of—

Living according to God's standards is an acquired taste.

Elephants can remember, but we are human beings and mercifully human beings can forget.

When you are creating something artistically and are speaking to or representing a culture that you know truthfully, you are doing a good job.

I like rudeness a great deal better than flattery.

Accept that your life is going on beyond your usual understanding.

Know that morality is a curb, not a spur.

God releases more of His power and presence according to the measure of our hunger for Him.

All Iraqis should live under one roof and for one goal.

The Academy is paranoid about its image.

Sometimes there is absolutely no difference at all between salvation and damnation.