Abstract art is a fundamental distrust of the theory of reality concocted by the eyes.

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

There would be a lot more optimists if it weren't for the rise-and-shine requierement.

You can spend too much time wondering which of identical twins is the more alike.

Just once it might be instructive to pretend you're accepting an award for failure, just to see who you would thank.

Sometimes two people need to step apart and make a space between that each might see the other anew, in a glance across a room or silhouetted against the moon.

Be careful of selfish motives. You can mistake them for principles and end up dying for them.