I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn’t impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls. – Anaïs Nin

You know how writers are… they create themselves as they create their work. Or perhaps they create their work in order to create themselves. – Orson Scott Card

The artist is nothing without the gift, but the gift is nothing without work. – Émile Zola