There is an eagle in me that wants to soar, and there is a hippopotamus in me that wants to wallow in the mud.
'Perfection' to me is, I walk away from a situation and say, 'I did everything I could do right there. There was nothing more that I could do.' I was a hundred percent, like the meter was at the top. There was nothing else I could have done. You know? Like, I worked as hard as I possibly could have. That's perfection.
We read Robert Browning's poetry. Here we needed no guidance from the professor: the poems themselves were enough.
There was always the consolation that if I didn't like what I wrote I could throw it away or burn it.