I am what I am again: a writer. I have metabolized the injury into art.

I am breathing in and out. Realizing this, I began to notice that each moment was not without its beauty.

Making art is a rite of initiation. People change their souls.

When you are feeling too dull and too domesticated get on a horse, sit tall in the saddle, and for a moment live in a world that feels like risk and adventure.

A career must be husbanded. Care must be taken. Everyday must bring some small bit of progress. How would an artist with any self-worth act? Act that way.

Accept the fact that you're an artist and stop second-guessing yourself. Just do it.

I believe that the dark night of the soul is a common spiritual experience. I believe, too, that the answer is continued seeking and perseverance. It helps to know that others have endured a loss of faith.