“There was all the difference in the world between this planning airily away from the canvas and actually taking her brush and making the first mark.”

“I am an artist, the difference between myself and other artists is that the ink pen is my brush and a notebook serves as my canvas”

“...she took her hand and raised her brush. For a moment it stayed trembling in a painful but exciting ecstacy in the air. Where to begin?--that was the question at what point to make the first mark? One line placed on the canvas committed her to innumerable risks, to frequent and irrevocable decisions. All that in idea seemed simple became in practice immediately complex; as the waves shape themselves symmetrically from the cliff top, but to the swimmer among them are divided by steep gulfs, and foaming crests. Still the risk must run; the mark made.”

“A lot can change between planning something and actually doing it. But maybe all that really matters is that anything is different at all.”

“Unbelievable," I said. "First you wanted to hide her away to keep you alive. Now you actually want her out in the world to use her compulsion for your own psycho plans.”

“Why not paint your own sky,and not leave it to others to add colour to your canvas?Why not take the brush,Point it at the canvas,and create your own Masterpiece.”