I knew my limitations and the limitations of the courts I played on, and adjusted thusly. I was at my best in bad conditions.

In reality, genuine epiphanies are extremely rare. In contemporary adult life maturation & acquiescence to reality are gradual processes. Modern usage usually deploys epiphany as a metaphor. It is usually only in dramatic representations, religious iconography, and the 'magical thinking' of children that insight is compressed to a sudden blinding flash.

Fiction is one of the few experiences where loneliness can be both confronted and relieved.

What the really great artists do is they're entirely themselves. They're entirely themselves. They've got their own vision, they have their own way of fracturing reality, and if it's authentic and true, you will feel it in your nerve endings.

Try to learn to let what is unfair teach you.

The man who knows his limitations, has none.

...morning is the soul's night.