Your heart, Bessie, is an autumn garage.
His room was a sickly dual-tone of crimson and charcoal, like an Untitled Rothko, the colours bleeding into each other horribly and then rather serenely. The overall effect was overwhelmingly unapolog...
I think that fame removes true happiness. Because when you are famous, people know you for who they think you are and when you are happy, it's because people have met you and see you for who you reall...
Even now I remember those pictures, like pictures in a storybook one loved as a child. Radiant meadows, mountains vaporous in the trembling distance; leaves ankle-deep on a gusty autumn road; bonfires...
Love powers my heart and color powers my soul.
My best friend is the man who in wishing me well wishes it for my sake.
Before you're given what you want, you'll first be tested with what you don't really want.
Movement is knowledge. Art is perception
I count my blessings as follows:1) I'm alive.2) Beauty is in the world all around me.3) I share my love with everyone and not just a select few.4) I give thanks to whoever made and created us no matte...
Learning is an ornament in prosperity, a refuge in adversity, and a provision in old age.
He was no god, just an artist; and when an artist is a man, he needs a woman to create like a god.