Are you an artist? Look about you. Is there a physical tool whose use you have mastered, a part of your body that responds utterly to your control? Is your motive esthetic? If so, you are an artist. If not, you are probably a writer.

In the end you regret less the things you believed that weren't true than the things that never came true because you didn't believe.

Question reality, especially if it contradicts the evidence of your hopes and dreams.

If you don't decide what your life is about, it defaults to what you spend your days doing.

No one complains of being a prisoner of love who has ever been a prisoner of loneliness.

I guess, when you get down to it, a loving touch compensates for an unskilled hand about everywhere except in an airplane cockpit.

The toughest test of good judgment is to know when to withhold your better judgment.