"We are all broken by something. We have all been hurt by life in some way. But we can be mended. We can be made whole again."

Art is the lie that enables us to realize the truth.

Welcome, O life! I go to encounter for the millionth time the reality of experience and to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race.

I am too intelligent, too demanding, and too resourceful for anyone to be able to take charge of me entirely. No one knows me or loves me completely. I have only myself.