You are the artist of your own life, don't hand the brush to anyone else.
We die containing a richness of lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have plunged into and swum up as if rivers of wisdom, characters we have climbed into as if trees, fears we have hidden in as if caves.
Hard work beats talent when talent doesn't work hard.
The only real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.
I'm not here to be perfect; I'm here to be real.