She was mine and not-mine all at once. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen and the most terrifying.
Sex just as a drive, as a hormonal drive, is not very interesting.
Creativity demands nothing less than all you have. Talent alone is never enough.
Driving me away is easier than saying goodbye.
There is a rhythm to the ending of a marriage just like the rhythm of a courtship, only backward.
perfectionism is the enemy of art. Since art is essentially divine play, not dogged work, it often happens that as one becomes more professionally driven one also becomes less capriciously playful.