In the end, who among us does not choose to be a little less right to be a little less lonely.

The painter needs all the talent of the poet, plus hand-eye coordination.

It's getting harder and harder to worry needlessly.

On the sixth day, God created the artist, realizing no doubt that He had far from exhausted the uses of color.

You get to an age when there are really just two reasons to get up in the morning — for goodness sake and for heaven's sake.

I look into the faces of people struggling with their own lives, and I do not see strangers.

In the end there doesn't have to be anyone who understands you. There just has to be someone who wants to.