Wherever It Is You Make

The Painter Who Feels Obligated To Depict His Subjects As Uniformly Beautiful Or Handsome And Without Flaws Will Fall Short Of Making Art.

It Troubles Me That People Speak About Writing For Money As Ugly And Distasteful.

It's Not Only Children Who Grow. Parents Do Too.

Nothing Like Being Visible, Publishing One's Work, And Speaking Openly About One's Life, To Disabuse The World Of The Illusion Of One's Perfection And Purity.

Before I Had Children I Always Wondered Whether Their Births Would Be, For Me, Like The Ultimate In Gym Class Failures. And I Discovered Instead... That I'd Finally Found My Sport.