Whatever happens in my life, whether I stand up or I fall down, whatever the case, I'm going to use it in my art. Why? Because I'm an artist and I have to.
But there's the paradox of fiction - why do you cry when a fake character dies? It's the basis of art. You engage with people who don't exist and care about them as you would your friends and relatives.
Has the painter not always gone to an art school, or at least to an established master, for instruction? And the composer, the sculptor, the architect? Then why not the writer? Good poets, like good hybrid corn, are both born and made.
Political consultants are pugilists, masters in the dark art of negativity. Which is why it's surprising to hear Democrats such as Steve McMahon and Republicans like Rich Galen urging their presidential candidates to be more, well, positive.
My mother and father had a terrible marriage. They celebrated their wedding anniversary one year with their friends. Why did they celebrate? Maybe because they had lasted so many years without killing each other.
Why did this disease choose me? I cannot carry it, if its just for the word: Fate.
The accusations make me want to be kid again. Why isn't my mommy calling them big fat liars?
Jack: "..You were the only one I saw when I closed my eyes" Lexi: "Then why wasn't I enough when they were open?
Love is the biggest mystery of the universe. But why try to solve it, when one simply view it for what it is and marvel at the wonders and strangeness it brings?
At one point, she'd wanted to hurl the whole breakfast at the wall. And then she'd remember why it was that men had temper tantrums and women didn't: cleanup.
I just can't fathom why anyone would stand on a ledge when there's a respectable amount of walking space right next to it.
You don't always have to solve your problems alone, you know. This is why people talk to their friends.
Most humans expressed affection by pressing their lips together, a simple act, so why would anyone feel the need to research the process?
They knew many things but had no idea why. And strangely this made them more, rather than less, certain that they were right.
The worst of anything she could do to me would be to make me like her. That's why I ran away.
Why was the judgement of the disapproving so valuable? Who said that their good opinions tended to be any more rational than those of generally pleasant people?
Why the hell do women always have to bring back up? It's not as if I'm going to molest her at the opera.
But theater, because of its nature, both text, images, multimedia effects, has a wider base of communication with an audience. That's why I call it the most social of the various art forms.
I'm into sincerity in music and sincerity in art. If it doesn't feel true, I don't want to do it. Things that are too dramatic scare me. I think that's why I don't always fit into the world of performing arts.
Why is it that drama always starts late? Whereas comedy always seems to have started already.
Why do you cry?" "I almost lost you..." "You cannot lose me, not when you are part of me... You cannot lose has become part of you.