History - an account, mostly false, of events, mostly unimportant

Tis e'er the lot of the innocent in the world, to fly to the wolf for succor from the lion.

Every artist joins a conversation that's been going on for generations, even millennia, before he or she joins the scene.

In art as in lovemaking, heartfelt ineptitude has its appeal and so does heartless skill, but what you want is passionate virtuosity.

The story of your life is not your life; it's your story.

Yet everyone begins in the same place; how is it that most go along without difficulty but a few lose their way?

Choosing is existence. To the extent that you don't choose, you don't exist.