I never decided at all to be an artist; being an artist seems to have happened to me.
Love ... is the honoring of others in a way that grants them the grace of their own autonomy and allows mutual discovery.
I have no home but me.
Art comes into the highest part of the mind, that with which we can know the presence of God.
I had forgotten what sleep is like - a kingdom all its own.
the more visible my work became, the less visible I grew to myself.