neural pathways.

I think that all artists, regardless of degree of talent, are a painful, paradoxical combination of certainty and uncertainty, of arrogance and humility, constantly in need of reassurance, and yet with a stubborn streak of faith in their own validity no matter what.

‎Keep me, Oh God, from pettiness. Let us be large in thought, word and deed. Let us be done with faultfinding and self-seeking. May we put away all pretense and meet each other without self-pity. And, Oh Lord, let us not forget to be kind.