Only when I fall do I get up again.

Often whole days pass without my speaking to anyone, except to ask for diner or coffee. And it has been like that form the beginning.

In the fullness of artistic life there is, and remains, and will always come back at times, that homesick longing for the truly ideal life that can never come true.

Seek only light and freedom and do not immerse yourself too deeply in the worldly mire.

But I always think that the best way to know God is to love many things.

That this awareness of my own fallibility will prevent me from making many mistakes doesn't alter the fact that I'm bound to make a great many mistakes anyway. But if we fall, we get up again!

Bookstores always remind me that there are good things in this world.