I can't take another day of this.
. . . an artist should paint from the heart, and not always what people expect. Predictability often leads to the dullest work, in my opinion, and we have been bored stiff long enough I think.
Sweetheart, darling, dearest, it was funny to think that these endearments, which used to sound exceedingly sentimental in movies and books, now held great importance, simple but true verbal affirmations of how they felt for each other. They were words only the heart could hear and understand, words that could impart entire pentameter sonnets in their few, short syllables.
Weirdism is definitely the cornerstone of many an artist's career.
Abortion should be listed as a weapon of mass destruction against the voiceless.
Well, if it can be thought, it can be done, a problem can be overcome.
Falling in love is very real, but I used to shake my head when people talked about soul mates, poor deluded individuals grasping at some supernatural ideal not intended for mortals but sounded pretty in a poetry book. Then, we met, and everything changed, the cynic has become the converted, the sceptic, an ardent zealot.
Prayer is the opening of the soul to God so that he can speak to us.
I like to think of my work as creating a private conversation with each person, no matter how public each work is and no matter how many people are present
I’d rather lose myself in passion than lose my passion.
It was the coldest winter ever! I thought last winter was the coldest winter ever, but I was wrong now wasn't I? You see because I travel all the time. So last winter, I'd be in the midwest, and the blizzard would hit. And then I'd fly home, and the blizzard would hit again!