And I felt like such a failure. I thought: I can't even do mental illness properly.

No matter how far I try to travel from people, people always appear. Either they follow me, or they're already there, and I followed them, unwittingly.

In the face of immense tragedy—yet again—unexpected beauty.

How easy to be electrocuted. How fine the line between beauty and peril.

I love that an idea can be so powerful it doesn't matter whether I've seen the artwork for real or not.

Now I wonder if each artwork is in fact utterly inaccessible to everybody but the person to whom it is secretly addressed?

Art, and sadness, which last forever.

Blending into the tinctures and textures of the countryside. The tree which falls without any human hearing still falls, as the creatures who die without being found by a human still die.

I see foxes often, but always they are crossing fallow fields in the distance. Gold flecks on faraway expanses of green. Magnetic to the meandering eye. Enigmatic, unreachable.

I decided that if I didn't allow myself to fall asleep, then I wouldn't have to wake up again and despair.

My mother says: 'People who suffer from anxiety are usually those with the most vivid imaginations.

Your voice is the sweetest music and the sound of your smile is the ecstasy of my life.

Never be satisfied with less than your very best effort. If you strive for the top and miss, you'll still 'beat the pack.

Why am I a socialist? Simple: Because I believe in freedom.

The pleasure we obtain from music comes from counting, but counting unconsciously. Music is nothing but unconscious arithmetic.

Very simple was my explanation, and plausible enough---as most wrong theories are!

If you want a friend in Washington, buy a dog.

I need to trust myself and go where my instincts tell me, and to be as wild and free as possible in my creative decisions.

If the research agenda reflects "market forces", the problems of the poor are likely to be even more neglected than they already are.

Sometimes I wore a fringe so deep it obscured the way ahead. This hardly mattered. There were always others to look where I was going.

One may as well go, as look into another man's house; because the eye may reach what the hand cannot.