The paintings have a lot to do with the idea of seeing and doing, and the relationship between your hand and your eye, and the object.
I want to make a memorial for our turkey. Never has a bird been so tortured to provide such a lousy dinner.
I am beginning to measure myself in strength, not pounds. Sometimes in smiles.
Why are you being so mean?" "Friends tell friends the truth. " "yeah, but not to hurt, to help.
Write about the emotions you fear the most.
She cannot chain my soul. Yes, she could hurt me. She'd already done so. . . I would bleed, or not. Scar, or not. Live, or not. But she could not hurt my soul, not unless I gave it to her.
I wonder how long it would take for anyone to notice if I just stopped talking.
Perhaps it is how we are made; perhaps words of truth reach us best through the heart, and stories and songs are the language of the heart
Show people how to have success and then you can push their expectations up.
Vice is a creature of such hideous mien. . . that the more you see it the better you like it
Remember that although the distinction can be difficult to draw, loneliness and solitude are different.