Artistic temperament sometimes seems a battleground, a dark angel of destruction and a bright angel of creativity wrestling.

I believe that each work of art, whether it is a work of great genius, or something very small, comes to the artist and says, "Here I am. Enflesh me. Give birth to me."

you've got to learn to walk through a pigpen and not get dirty.

I rebel against death, yet I know that it is how I respond to death's inevitability that is going to make me less or more fully alive.

Don't be afraid..." We need this reassurance. Even for those of us who believe implicitly in angels, to be confronted by one is an awesome thing."

The growth of love is not a straight line, but a series of hills and valleys.

If we aren't capable of being hurt we aren't capable of feeling joy.