A rich poet from Harvard has no sense in his mind, except the aesthetic.

But I was very, very unhappy because my mother was very charming and generous, but to me, very dominating.

You can't change the world, you can only change yourself.

And then, of course, most potters, they go in for earth tones and subdued things, and I like color.

And I have exposed myself to art so that my work has something beyond just the usual potter.

You see, I was never stage-struck the way most girls were.

I, who wanted danger, adventure, and love