I started formal piano training when I was 4. From there I had little violas, and I had dancing lessons of every sort and description, and painting lessons. I had German. And shorthand.

Without passion, all the skill in the world won't lift you above craft.

This is not a pleasant route for many young people to consider. You have to be either hopelessly passionate, or very stupid.

Our ability to grow is directly proportional to an ability to entertain the uncomfortable.

My greatest fear in working is always the end. Lately I have taken to tricking myself into finishing by leaving a hole in the middle somewhere, then stitching the two pieces together - the Union Pacific approach.

If you're speaking of love, you really must include the element of uncertainty - and perhaps it's best approached as the art of constant maintenance.

I had always seen myself as a star; I wanted to be a galaxy.