I Really Can't Say What Inspires Me

It Just Works Better For Me To Discriminate Between Which Thoughts Are Mine And Which Come From Elsewhere, Before I Even Talk About Them Or Express Them - It Helps To Keep Me Focused On My Path.

The Wise Healer Endures The Pain. Cry. Tears Bring Joy.

They Usually Have A Piano In Every Nursing Home, And I Always Wanted To Perform For Whoever Would Listen When I Learned Something. I Grew To Understand Very Early That A Lot Of These People Who Are In Nursing Homes Are Elderly And Don't Have A Lot Of Things That Give Them Joy From Day To Day.

I Mean Thats A Big Part Of Our Existence Here On Earth, The Personal Relationship We Have With The Person That We Love, With The Person That We Make Love To, With The Person That We Share Our Lives With. We Expect A Lot Of Things Back From Our Loved One, And The Lesson Is To Accept And Not Expect.

I Think The Job Of An Artist Is To Be Honest And Fearless.