The heart never forgets, never gives up, the territory marked off for those who came before.
if only we lost our minds and arrived at our hearts
First you must have the images, then come the words.
Remember the great adversity of art or anything else is a hurried life.
In a universe of ambiguity, this kind of certainty comes only once, and never again, no matter how many lifetimes you live.
An inherent kindness exists in the process of aging ... we are allowed to move along gradually.