There's no learning without trying lots of ideas and failing lots of times.
Go out and walk. That is the glory of life.
What protects you in this world from sadness and from the loss of an ability to do something?. . . Work and love.
I tell you these stories because these things happen to everyone. It's not about being starched or polished or cute or polite. It's about having ears that stick out, about breaking yet another glass. It's about seeing something for the first time and making a million mistakes and not ever getting completely discouraged.
A visit to a museum is a search for beauty, truth, and meaning in our lives. Go to museums as often as you can.
Flowers lead to books, which lead to thinking and not thinking and then more flowers and music, music. Then many more flowers and many more books.
My dream is to walk around the world. A smallish backpack, all essentials neatly in place. A camera. A notebook. A traveling paint set. A hat. Good shoes. A nice pleated (green?) skirt for the occasional seaside hotel afternoon dance.
And I realized as I walked through the neighborhood how each house could contain a completely different reality. In a single block, there could be fifty seperate worlds. Nobody ever really knew what was going on just next door.
Whiners usually play alone.
Much of my youth was spent in the parking lot or inside a Dunkin' Donuts.
Now in reality, the world has paid too great a compliment to critics, and has imagined them to be men of much greater profundity than they really are.