Stories are like children. They grow in their own way.
Art is communication.
artists ... all have a need that cannot be met by another human being.
Come t'e' picciol fallo amaro morso! Dante. What grievous pain a little fault doth give thee!
If we commit ourselves to one person for life, this is not, as many people think, a rejection of freedom; rather, it demands the courage to move into all the risks of freedom, and the risk of love which is permanent; into that love which is not possession but participation.
Infinity is present in each part. A loving smile contains all art. The motes of starlight spark and dart. A grain of sand holds power and might.