So remember what others think of you depends a lot on what you believe about yourself, what you think you are, what you think about, what you say and what you have proven you can do.
I'd confused need with love and love with sacrifice.
The only education in grief that any of us ever gets is a crash course.
My idea of a productive day, as both a child and an adult, was reading for hours and staring out the window.
Scratch a fantasy and you'll find a nightmare.
I know now that we never get over great losses; we absorb them, and they carve us into different, often kinder, creatures.
Old dogs can be a regal sight. Their exuberance settles over the years into a seasoned nobility, their routines become as locked into yours as the quietest and kindest of marriages.
There's only one thing in life for a woman; it's to be a mother. . . A woman artist must be. . . capable of making primary sacrifices.
Music critics get their records for free so their opinions usually don't matter.
You must spend time every day, even if it is just a few minutes, in practice of creative envisioning.
What if at school you had to take an 'art class' in which you were only taught how to paint a fence? What if you were never shown the paintings of Leonardo da Vinci and Picasso? Would that make you appreciate art? Would you want to learn more about it? I doubt it. . . . . . . . . . but this is how math is taught and so in the eyes of most of us it becomes the equivalent of watching paint dry. While the paintings of the great masters are readily available, the math of the great masters is locked away.