“He was like a living, breathing painting on an all-male canvas.”

“Imagine your life is a big canvas. Picture it in your mind and think about the beginnning of your painting of life.You're fourteen yours old, and you are lucky if you have one seventh painted. Now imagine the rest of the canvas is totaly empty. Every day you live, and every month and every year, means another inch that is painted on that canvas. You're going to be painting this empty canvas with your life and when you get to the end of it, what is that painting going to look like?”

“Life is a great big canvas. Throw all the paint you can at it.”

“Memories of our childhood are like images painted on a wet canvas, they merge until they lose all shape, often remaing only as feelings.”

“Life is a blank canvas, and you need to throw all the paint on it you can.”

“Life is a great big canvas; throw all tje paint you can at it.”