I've learned never to be surprised if what must inevitably happen happens right now.

There is always, in the fine arts, a physical interface between the artist's esthetic vision and the material result he seeks. The interface may be the application of brush to canvas, chisel to marble, bow to string... It may be the control of voice in song or the control of body in dance. It is the mastery of the interface that comprises the artistry; it is what constitutes the 'art' in fine art.

If there's anything better than a God-given talent, it's a God-given day job.

Either way, things are a lot better - either a lot better than they were or a lot better than they're going to be.

Love thy neighbor, and if it requires that you bend your understanding of the truth, the Truth will understand.

Hamlet at 70: "To sleep, perchance to dream. To awaken, perchance to go to the bathroom."

The realist sees reality as concrete. The optimist sees reality as clay.