However, I’ve always had the sense that the muse of the tormented artist—while the artist himself is throwing temper tantrums—is sitting quietly in a corner of the studio, buffing its fingernails, patiently waiting for the guy to calm down and sober up so everyone can get back to work. Because in the end, it’s all about the work, isn’t it? Or

“No, Liz. My tattoos are permanent; it’s just my body that’s temporary. So is yours. We’re only here on earth for a short while, so I decided a long time ago that I wanted to decorate myself as playfully as I can, while I still have time.”

Do what you love to do, and do it with both seriousness and lightness.

You can receive your ideas with respect and curiosity, not with drama or dread.

The sooner and more passionately you get married to this idea—that it is ultimately entirely up to you—the better off you’ll be.

Sister Mary Scullion is no martyr. She’s a cheerful soul who’s having a wonderful time living out the existence that best suits her nature and most brings her to life. It just so happens that she takes care of a lot of other people in the process—but everyone can sense her genuine enjoyment behind the mission, which is ultimately why her presence

When it’s for love, you will always do it anyhow.

have a right to my own voice and a right to my own vision. I have a right to collaborate

You are not finished; you are merely ready.