All the soarings of my mind begin in my blood.

We need, in love, to practice only this: letting each other go. For holding on comes easily; we do not need to learn it.

My art is representational by choice....if the art of painting is to survive, it must describe and express people, their lives and times. It must communicate.

Beauty is only the start of bearable terror.

Perhaps all the dragons of our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us once beautiful and brave.

Think... of the world you carry within you.

This is in the end the only kind of courage that is required of us: the courage to face the strangest, most unusual, most inexplicable experiences that can meet us.