Knowledge is power only as long as you keep your mouth shut.

My family was scientifically inclined: My brother did turn into a neurophysiologist, and I almost became a scientist myself. I could have gone that way.

Life's not fair; why should I be?

I could end this with a moral, as if this were a fable about animals, though no fables are really about animals.

I see that there will be no end to imperfection, or to doing things the wrong way. Even if you grow up, no matter how hard you scrub, whatever you do, there will always be some other stain or spot on your face or stupid act, somebody frowning.

I did not know how to paint or even what to paint, but I knew I had to begin.

There is never only one, of anyone