Life, with its rules, its obligations, and its freedoms, is like a sonnet: You're given the form, but you have to write the sonnet yourself. - Mrs. Whatsit

Our truest response to the irrationality of the world is to paint or sing or write, for only in such response do we find truth.

If I sit for a while, then my impatience, crossness, frustration, are indeed annihilated, and my sense of humor returns.

To be born is to start the journey towards death.

artists ... all have a need that cannot be met by another human being.

There is little character or loveliness in the face of someone who has shunned risk, avoided suffering and rejected life

An infinite question is often destroyed by finite answers. To define everything is to annihilate much that gives us laughter and joy.