When the creative impulse sweeps over you, grab it. You grab it and honor it and use it, because momentum is a rare gift.

What would it be like to look in the mirror and actually accept what you see? Not loathe the reflection, or despise it, or be resigned to it? But to like it?

If art made you think, then this was Art. Staring at the ball, made of layers and layers of cloth, I wondered about the glass marble at its heart. What if you wanted to reach that marble? Make sure it was still whole? You'd have to remove the layers. You'd have to risk breaking the ball for a chance at freeing it. Fear, knowledge, certainty - you'd have to be willing to let them all go.

To dream is to starve doubt, feed hope.

If Jacob was right and clothes were costumes and makeup a mask, then our attitudes and habits must be our shields.

Inertia is so easy—don't fix what's not broken. Leave well enough alone. So we end up accepting what is broken, mistaking complaining for action, procrastinating for deliberation.

He knew me in all the ways that truly mattered: the shape of my fears, the contours of my dreams.