Art is not in some far-off place.

If you think of something, do it.

Plenty of people often think, “I’d like to do this, or that.

She's thinking that what she's been doing all these years isn't what she wants to do anymore. Sometimes music flows to her and from her, but sometimes it doesn't. Lately that happens more and more, and she can't seem to find what she had and what made her special. But she can't tell her father because he'd be so disappointed in her, so disappointed to find out she's not extraordinary after all.

There's no such thing as writer's block. That was invented by people in California who couldn't write.

If your wife locks you out of the house, you don't have a problem with your door.

I gradually realized that I was seeing another example of creative ebb, another step by another art on the road that may indeed end in extinction.