He Pulled Away, But His Eyes Held

This Pain, This Dying, This Is Just Normal. This Is How Life Is. In Fact, I Realize, There Never Was An Earthquake. Life Is Just This Way, Broken, And I Am Crazy For Dreaming Of Something Else.

I Wish There Were A Class Where We Could Just Keep Going Around The Circle. Around And Around, Until We Had Finally Said Everything About Ourselves.

The Things Keeping You Back-these Embarrassing, Boring, Stupid Obstacles-are The Heart Of What It Is To Be Human. They’re The Whole Reason For Making And Needing Art. So You Might As Well Go Ahead And Begin In Whatever Way You Can Right Now.

When She Saw My Messy Desk, She Said She Was The Same Way, And There Was No Dust On The Tv, And I Was Easy To Love. People Just Need A Little Help Because They Are So Used To Not Loving. It's Like Scoring The Clay To Make Another Piece Of Clay Stick To It.

Since I Started Making Art, I've Always Had Some Kind Of Project That Was Really About And For Other People, Because I Think I Just Need That Balance To Feel Sane Myself — You Know?