I base my fashion taste on what doesn’t itch.
I can always be distracted by love, but eventually I get horny for my creativity.
I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle and end.
Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next.
The goal is to live a full, productive life even with all that ambiguity. No matter what happens, whether the cancer never flares up again or whether you die, the important thing is that the days that you have had you will have lived.
While we have the gift of life, it seems to me the only tragedy is to allow part of us to die – whether it is our spirit, our creativity or our glorious uniqueness.