The life’s work of these two men, [David Bowie & Alan Rickman] for me, represented the ying and yang of everything I have ever wanted to be as an artist. Works that were universally emotive and meaningful without losing a sense of fun and wonder. Works that never took themselves too seriously. Works that didn’t give everything away…
Our job as artists is not to convince, it is to inspire.
To inspire curiosity, to inspire thought, to inspire learning…Support things and people that inspire. Strive to inspire yourself.
I’m a half-expert at living as a standup comedian, not the onstage part, but the part where you isolate and cry.
There are times, especially when I am physically healing, when being creative makes me feel better, but it doesn’t make me get better.
Hookers must hate GPS. How are they going to become Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman if Richard Gere never stops to ask for directions?
Georgia is such a pretty name. Makes me want to name a kid South Carolina.
People attack what they don’t understand, that’s why there is female genital mutilation.
What a beautiful poem.
“…A chunk of dirt thrown in the air breaks to pieces.
If you don’t try to fly,
and so break yourself apart,
you will be broken open by death,
when it’s too late for all you could become…”
I am currently in love with breaking myself apart. I have only sipped the fearlessness of doing this, but I like the taste of it.
Read the whole wise thing here: Be With Those Who Help Your Being by Rumi
Roses are red, violets aren’t blue, and if they are, that’s dumb, they should be violet.
“We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty.” -Maya Angelou