Be Brave Enough To Live Creatively .

My Relationship With Science Is As Someone Who's Curious And Hungry To Know, Hungry To Understand. So All I Have To Offer Is My Ignorance And My Curiosity, Which Is A Good Combination, As Long As They Come Together.

Artists Try To Say Things That Can't Be Said. In A Fragile Net Of Words, Gestures, Or Colors, We Hope To Capture A Feeling; A Taste; A Painful Longing. But The Net Is Always Too Porous, And We Are Left With The Sweet Frustration Of Almost Knowing, Which Is Teasingly Pleasurable.

What I Can't Completely Understand Is Most Other People's Fascination With What The Famous Among Us Do With Their Lips And The Rest Of Their Bodies. Why Do Ordinary People Become The Target Of This Curiosity Simply By Virtue Of The Fact That Other People Recognize Their Names And Faces But Know Nothing Else About Them? Why Do We Care What They Think, What They Wear, What They Eat?

During The First Day, Curious At Having Outsiders Among Them, A Long Stream Of Inmates Came Over And Talked With Me. Remarkably, According To What They Told Me, Nearly Every Inmate In The Prison Didn't Do It. Several Thousand People Had Been Locked Up Unjustly And, By An Incredible Coincidence, All In The Same Prison. On The Other Hand, They Knew An Awful Lot About How To Knife Somebody.

It's Really Clear To Me That You Can't Hang Onto Something Longer Than Its Time. Ideas Lose Certain Freshness, Ideas Have A Shelf Life, And Sometimes They Have To Be Replaced By Other Ideas.