When we were children, we used to think that when we were grown-up we would no longer be vulnerable. But to grow up is to accept vulnerability... To be alive is to be vulnerable.

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.