In fact, most artists want to make things a bit more difficult for themselves as they go along, to challenge themselves.
Some fairy tales end with the girl marrying the prince. . . some start there.
Building a wardrobe is like building a circle of friends your whole life. . . . Your own beauty is to be yourself, but of course we need tools and accessories.
Personal style is accepting who you are.
Silence, nothing is better.
I am not allowed to be afraid. My mother made me like that. As a child, if I was afraid of the dark, she would lock me in the closet. Things like this. And she would talk about the time she spent in the concentration camp, but not about being afraid, only about the good side of it.
All women are strong. My mother survived Auschwitz, and fear wasn't an option when we were growing up. If we were afraid of the dark, we were put into the closet until we weren't.
The nephew revenges himself for this, by holding his breath and terrifying his kinswoman with the dread belief that he has made up his mind to burst. Regardless of whispers and shakes, he swells and becomes discoloured, and yet again swells and becomes discoloured, until the aunt can bear it no longer, but leads him out, with no visible neck, and with his eyes going before him like a prawn's.
But really, we also need to learn how to love one another as women. How to appreciate and respect each other.
There's a rule, I think. You get what you want in life, but not your second choice too.
[The canonization of the Koran involved the] attribution of several, partially overlapping, collections of logia [sayings] (exhibiting a distinctly Mosaic imprint) to the image of a Biblical prophet (modified by the material of the Muhammadan evangelium into an Arabian man of God) with a traditional message of salvation (modified by the influence of Rabbinic Judaism into the unmediated and finally immutable word of God).