The rigors of creativity - the self-doubt, the revising, the solitude - do require a kind of self-consumption. It comes at a cost; a cost that isn't for everyone.

Everyone has an internal age, a time in life when one is, if not one's best, then at very least one's most authentic self. I always felt that my internal clock was calibrated somewhere between 47 and 53 years old.

The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.

Everyone I vote for never wins. Welcome to America.

In order to be open to creativity, one must have the capacity for constructive use of solitude. One must overcome the fear of being alone.

Speed eliminates all doubt. Am I smart enough? Will people like me? Do I really look all right in this plastic jumpsuit?