Art is an artificial organization of experience.

It is not simply that we share with each other a common humanity, but that individually we have no humanity without each other.

If you tell people enough times that they are unhappy, incomplete, possibly insane and definitely selfish there is bound to come a grey morning when they wake up with the beginning of a nasty cold and wonder if they are lonely rather than simply “alone.”

Being alone in our present society raises an important question about identity and well-being.

Art forms render ideas accessible to readers who could not receive those insights in any other format.

My father taught me to be independent and cocky and free thinking, but he could not stand it if I disagreed with him.

We think we are unique, special and deserving of happiness, but we are terrified of being alone.