If you are born an artist, you have no choice but to fight to stay an artist.
What happens to us all, I think, when we pick up a pen, is that we just become snobs.
As a busker, one thing that does not work is self-consciousness. A busker needs to be working. A busker needs to shed all ego and get down to work. Play your songs, play them well, earn your money, and don't get in people's way.
We saw too much beauty to be cynical, felt too much joy to be dismissive, climbed too many mountains to be quitters, kissed too many girls to be deceivers, saw too many sunrises not to be believers, broke too many strings to be pro's and gave too much love to be concerned where it goes.
A song is like a saddle: you ride it for a while, and if it's the right kind of song you can sing it for the rest of your life.
Our imagination it is our greatest ally. . . Imagination is a very, very powerful thing. It literally invents the path before you.
If you don't mark your successes, the day your ship comes in could be just another day at the office, and there's no poetry in that.
Get away from my ex-girlfriend, you moany little whinge-bag. ' Caelen took a deep breath, like he was in pain, and stood up. His voice was low, guttural. 'I was hoping I'd get the chance to kill you. ' 'You won't be killing anyone, you sad little emo git. ' 'You've stood in the way of our love for long enough. ' 'Just listening to you makes me want to top myself, you self-pitying Paranormal Romance novel reject. ' Caelen glared. 'Stop insulting me. ' 'Why? If you cry will your mascara run?
I became an animal painter because I loved to move among animals. I would study an animal and draw it in the position it took, and when it changed to another position I would draw that.
The financial time frame always has been short-term. Projects with long-term paybacks are cut back, because CEOs and financial managers simply want to take their money and run. That is the financial mentality.
Drunkeness, she told us in a rare moment of confidence, is a sin against the fruit, the tree, the wine itself. Wine, distilled and nurtured from bud into fruit; it deserves reverance. Joy. Gentleness. (Page 194. )