There's no misery in not being loved, only in not loving.
Everybody has the answers or they'll make them up for you. Just once I'd like to hear a brand-new question.
People are not born bastards. They have to work at it.
If I could do it over, I'd do better.
No map to help us find the tranquil flat lands, clearings calm, fields without mean fences. Rolling down the other side of life our compass is the sureness of ourselves. Time may make us rugged, ragged round the edges, but know and understand that love is still the safest place to land.
People often say 'I live for my art.' Bullshit! If you are given a talent it's to be used. It's not in the private domain.