When we conquer our fears, we discover a boundless, bottomless, inexhaustible well of passion.

The professional loves her work. She is invested in it wholeheartedly. But she does not forget that the work is not her.

Most of us have two lives. The life we live, and the unlived life within us. Between the two stands Resistance.

The artist must be like that Marine. He has to know how to be miserable. He has to love being miserable. He has to take pride in being more miserable than any soldier or swabbie or jet jockey. Because this is war, baby. And war is hell.

Resistance is greatest just before the finish line.

Fear doesn't go away. The warrior and the artist live by the same code of necessity, which dictates that the battle must be fought anew every day.

Stay stupid. Follow your unconventional crazy heart.