There is something beautiful about all scars of whatever nature. A scar means the hurt is over, the wound is closed and healed, done with.

The artist lives in an atmosphere of perpetual failure.

Survival is triumph enough.

I first became fascinated with the Sears catalogue because all the people in its pages were perfect. Nearly everybody I knew had something missing, a finger cut off, a toe split, an ear half-chewed away, an eye clouded with blindness from a glancing fence staple. And if they didn't have something missing, they were carrying scars from barbed wire, or knives, or fishhooks. But the people in the catalogue had no such hurts. They were not only whole, had all their arms and legs and eyes on their unscarred bodies, but they were also beautiful.

The writers job is to get naked, To hide nothing. To look away from nothing. To look at it. To not blink. To be not embarrassed or shamed of it. Strip it down and lets get down to where the blood is, the bone is. Instead of hiding it with clothes and all kinds of other stuff, luxury!

There ought to be a law against the sun rising and setting for you in somebody else.

There is something beautiful about all scars of whatever nature. A scar means the hurt is over, the wound is closed and healed, done with.