Self-forgetfulness in creativity can lead to self-transcendence.

It's just as possible to live to the full in a narrow corner as it is in bigness.

I've got to relearn what I was supposed to have learned.

You must be true to yourself. Strong enough to be true to yourself. Brave enough to be strong enough to be true to yourself. Wise enough to be brave enough to be strong enough to shape yourself from what you actually are.

As the blackness of the night recedes so does the nadir of yesterday. The child I am forgets so quickly.

Off fall the wife, the mother, the lover, the teacher, and the violent artist takes over. I am I alone. I belong to no one but myself. I mate with no one but the spirit. I own no land, have no kin, no friend or enemy. I have no road but this one.

I never forgive attacks on my work.