Perhaps the universe is a memory of our mistakes.
I am not interested in genres. I am interested in doing the best work I can in whatever medium.
Saddest of all are the women who were brought up to believe that self-sacrifice is the highest female virtue. They made the sacrifice, often willingly, and they are still waiting for the blessing.
Creative work is incredibly difficult, and that is where the tests lie.
What art does is to coax us away from the mechanical and towards the miraculous.
We continue to love in spite of the pain, tears & heartbreak. Perhaps the pain makes us stronger, the tear makes us braver & the heartbreak makes us wiser.