That portion of reality that can be composed within a frame can be understood.

Life is a brief opportunity to do something prehumously.

Sometimes you believe a thing that isn't true because in the world you wish to live in, it would be true.

You can be happy with someone who likes you despite your faults - until you meet someone who likes your faults.

Art is an attempt to understand, yielding pleasure in the attempt whether or not we understand.

You must question a code of ethics that never impedes your progress.

There is a public me and a private me, who, if they were separate people, probably wouldn't exchange Christmas cards.