I Work Whenever I'm Let.

Words Can Never Get At The Truth.

God Does Not Know Whether A Skin Is Black Or White, He Sees Only Souls.

I Have No Patience With This Dreadful Idea That Whatever You Have In You Has To Come Out, That You Can't Suppress True Talent. People Can Be Destroyed; They Can Be Bent, Distorted, And Completely Crippled. In Spite Of All The Poetry, All The Philosophy To The Contrary, We Are Not Really Masters Of Our Fate.

Love Must Be Learned And Learned Again; There Is No End.

Human Life Itself May Be Almost Pure Chaos, But The Work Of The Artist Is To Take These Handfuls Of Confusion And Disparate Things, Things That Seem To Be Irreconcilable, And Put Them Together In A Frame To Give Them Some Kind Of Shape And Meaning.