Philosophy is like trying to open a safe with a combination lock: each little adjustment of the dials seems to achieve nothing, only when everything is in place does the door open.
It was my family that wanted me to be a teacher. That was safe, you see. To be a painter was terrible.
I had to learn not to let anyone push me around, to be brave and to say things I knew might make people mad.
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