Ive Said Its A Little Bit Like

I'm Very Learning-disabled, And I Think It Drove Me To What I'm Doing.

After A Few Days In Hospital, I Was Thinking, Oh, Gee - I Raised In A Church, Protestant Upbringing Which I'd Rejected As An Adult - I'm Lying In Bed Thinking, Hmmm, Maybe I Ought To Pray. They Always Say There Are No Atheists In A Foxhole... And I Thought, Here I Am In A Pretty Good-sized Foxhole... And I Thought Naahhh. I Wouldn't Respect Any God Who Would Listen To Me After I'd Rejected Him So Vociferously.

Art Saved My Life In Two Ways. It Made Me Feel Special, Because I Could Do Things My Friends Couldn't, But It Also Gave Me A Way To Demonstrate To My Teacher That, Despite The Fact That I Couldn't Write A Paper Or Do Math, I Was Paying Attention.

Painting Is The Most Magical Of Mediums. The Transcendence Is Truly Amazing To Me Every Time I Go To A Museum And I See How Somebody Figured Another Way To Rub Colored Dirt On A Flat Surface And Make Space Where There Is No Space Or Make You Think Of A Life Experience.

I'm Plagued With Indecision In My Life. I Can't Figure Out What To Order In A Restaurant.