In a sense, as we are creative beings, our lives become our work of art.

Possibility is far more frightening than impossibility.

If we lean into what we love instead of soldiering toward what we 'should,' our pace quickens, our energy rises, optimism sets in. What we love is nutritious for us.

We go into parenting, and we discover that we don't have the answers. We are at a loss.

Nothing dies harder than a bad idea. And few ideas are worse than the ones we have about art.

We are meant to midwife dreams for one another. Success occurs in clusters

We waste a lot of time and a lot of talent trying to write for the common reader, whom we will never meet. Instead we should be writing for our ideal reader.