We walk through so many myths of each other and ourselves; we are so thankful when someone sees us for who we are and accepts us.
Women need space and silence. We too quickly give away our energy. There's something about holding that richness.
The only failure in writing is when you stop doing it. Then you fail yourself.
If you love the work, it will love you back.
Kill the idea of the lone, suffering artist. Don't make it any harder on yourself.
I remember a friend many years ago who had taped a sign to his refrigerator: There's a dream dreaming us. If you try to think about what that means it makes your mind silly, but that silliness is good.