The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.
That afternoon my mother had brought me the roses. "Save them for my funeral," I'd said.
I want to become acutely aware of all I've taken for granted.
I do not love; I do not love anybody except myself. That is a rather shocking thing to admit.
Aloneness and selfness are too important to betray for company.
Joy:show joy & enjoy: then others will be joyful.