"Love involves a peculiar unfathomable combination of understanding and misunderstanding." — Diane Arbus

I am full of a sense of promise, like I often have: the feeling of always being at the beginning.

There is so much work to working that there are moments, moments, where I stop and look around, and it seems too arduous to go on. It isn't, of course.

You see someone on the street, and essentially what you notice about them is the flaw.

I hated painting, and I quit right after high school because I was continually told how terrific I was... it made me feel shaky.