How difficult it is to be simple.
An artist without ideas is a mendicant; barren, he goes begging among the hours.
Sometimes men are generous and forgiving, sometimes angry and blind.
Bleed me of art, and there won't be enough liquid left in me to spit! [Michelangelo Buonorotti]
It's freezing up here. What did you use to keep warm?" "Indignation," said Michelangelo. "Best fuel I know. Never burns out.
When I have trouble writing, I step outside my studio into the garden and pull weeds until my mind clears--I find weeding to be the best therapy there is for writer's block.