Trouble Can Always Be Borne When It

A Work That Intends To Be Art Must First Be Entertaining.

Hope ... Is Not A Feeling; It Is Something You Do.

This Is What Art Is All About. It Is Weaving Fabric From The Feathers You Have Plucked From Your Own Breast. But No One Must Ever See The Process - Only The Finished Bolt Of Goods. They Must Never Suspect That That Crimson Thread Running Through The Pattern Is Blood.

My Writing Comes From Ideas That Make A Sound In My Heart.

Sitting In Cold Wet Britches For An Hour Was No Fun Even In A Magic Kingdom.