There's always something to suggest that you'll never be who you wanted to be. Your choice is to take it or keep on moving.

The stubbornness I had as a child has been transmitted into perseverance. I can let go but I don't give up. I don't beat myself up about negative things.

I am having a good time doing nothing.

Things have a way of moving to the left, and then they move back to the right before somebody finds themselves in the center. That seems to be the nature of the creative world. It's not stagnant. I don't get upset about it.

How is it that you profess love for God but can't accept another human being?

There's all kinds of mothers, so to use the label 'mother' and to think you really understood all that a human being is because she's a mother, is a mistake.

I am just myself, and who I am is a lot.