When you love someone, I think the question that you ask is: can I help them be okay? Can I make their life better without ruining my own? What can I do to be there? To me, the heart of love is the acknowledgement that we have little control over how other people live and yet our fate is bound up with theirs. S is not the only person I feel that... See more

To be an artist is to live suspended above the abyss between recognition and artistic value, never quite knowing whether your art will land on either bank, or straddle both, or be swallowed by the fathomless pit of obscurity. We never know how our work stirs another mind or touches another heart, how it tenons into the mortise of the world. We

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In the end, the boy discovers what we all must eventually, if we are to grow into the full bigness of the heart: that in every relationship of trust and tenderness, each is the guardian of the other’s particularity; that to love someone not for the comfort or compliance they can give you but for exactly who they are, the special and particular... See more