It was a small thing, but it was a thing, and things have a way of either dying or growing, and it wasn’t dying.

Now began the part of her life where she was just very beautiful, except for nothing. Only winners will know what this feels like. Have you ever wanted something very badly and then gotten it? Then you know that winning is many things, but it is never the thing you thought it would be.

When you can see the beauty of a tree, then you will know what love is.

That's the artist's job, really: continually setting yourself free, and giving yourself new options and new ways of thinking about things.

In an ideal world, we would have been orphans. We felt like orphans and we felt deserving of the pity that orphans get, but embarrassingly enough, we had parents.

My earliest memory is aged three, seeing sunlight on water and feeling it was really magical.

It was a small thing, but it was a thing, and things have a way of either dying or growing, and it wasn’t dying.