But unless we are creators, we are not fully alive.
Wherever she was, holy laughter was present to heal and redeem.
The part of us that has to be burned away is something like the deadwood on the bush; it has to go, to be burned in the terrible fire of reality, until there is nothing left but . . . what we are meant to be.
Great art always transcends its culture, while lesser art merely reflects it.
Like and equal are two entirely different things.
We do have to use our minds as far as they will take us, yet acknowledging that they cannot take us all the way.