The Professional Does Not Wait For Inspiration;

The Artist Must Be Like That Marine. He Has To Know How To Be Miserable. He Has To Love Being Miserable. He Has To Take Pride In Being More Miserable Than Any Soldier Or Swabbie Or Jet Jockey. Because This Is War, Baby. And War Is Hell.

We Must Do Our Work For Its Own Sake, Not For Fortune Or Attention Or Applause.

When We Conquer Our Fears, We Discover A Boundless, Bottomless, Inexhaustible Well Of Passion.

You Don't Need To Take A Course Or Buy A Product. All You Have To Do Is Change Your Mind.

If You Were Meant To Cure Cancer Or Write A Symphony Or Crack Cold Fusion And You Don't Do It, You Not Only Hurt Yourself, Even Destroy Yourself. You Hurt Your Children. You Hurt Me. You Hurt The Planet.