It's the secret to happiness, you know. Only take what you need.

Two different things. Work is survival, and love sustains you. You have work anytime. But love? Not always.

The good things that happen to us were meant to happen, and the bad things that happen are lessons meant to teach us to be better.

I am in total silence when I write - I don't even like the sound of the dryer going - I like the quiet.

I have held the following jobs: office temp, ticket seller in movie theatre, cook in restaurant, nanny, and phone installer at the Super Bowl in New Orleans.

I used to believe my art had to be about the things that brought me joy and gave me hope. But I learned that art can be found in all of life, even in pain.

All the things I thought I was - simple and plain and sometime funny - are very small words. They do not begin to describe me. They do not begin to express what is inside of me. I have value, and I have worth. I cannot be replaced like old shoes or taken for granted like tap water.