The Critic Hates Most That

I Believe In Previous Lives And The Muse—and That Books And Music Exist Before They Are Written And That They Are Propelled Into Material Being By Their Own Imperative To Be Born, Via The Offices Of Those Willing Servants Of Discipline, Imagination And Inspiration Whom We Call Artists.

The Athlete Knows The Day Will Never Come When He Wakes Up Pain-free. He Has To Play Hurt.

The More Scared We Are Of A Work Or Calling, The More Sure We Can Be That We Have To Do It.

F@*# Self-doubt. I Despise It. I Hold It In Contempt, Along With The Hell-spawned Ooze-pit Of Resistance From Which It Crawled. I Will Never Back Off. I Will Never Give The Work Anything Less Than 100%. If I Go Down In Flames, So Be It. I'll Be Back.

When We Are Succeeding - That Is, When We Have Begun To Overcome Our Self-doubt And Self-sabotage, When We Are Advancing In Our Craft And Evolving To A Higher Level - That's When Panic Strikes. When We Experience Panic, It Means That We're About To Cross A Threshold. We're Poised On The Doorstep Of A Higher Plane.