My first sense of myself was as an artist, a painter. I would see a Van Gogh painting and just love it, the more emotional and passionate the more it attracted me. — Philip Schultz Copy Share Image
I wrote poetry in a secretive way, I think, a secret from myself, I mean. I wrote it because it gave me great pleasure… — Philip Schultz Copy Share Image
“… Bless their believing happiness will make them happy; that the ocean is magical, a kingdom where we go to be human, and grateful.” — Philip Schultz Copy Share Image
My father's death when I was eighteen and his struggles as a Jewish immigrant provided me with the raw material, but for a long… — Philip Schultz Copy Share Image
Emotional truth is the reward of digging deeply enough to find the truth about how one really feels, but in order to convey this… — Philip Schultz Copy Share Image
There are real facts in my poems, but facts mixed up in the perverse stubborn stew of imagination, add a pinch or two of… — Philip Schultz Copy Share Image
Happiness is a powerful thing. It freed me to do what I always wanted to do. — Philip Schultz Copy Share Image
To pay for my father's funeral I borrowed money from people he already owed money to. One called him a nobody. No, I said,… — Philip Schultz Copy Share Image
My poems often start with an idea, some kind of inspiration. I don't expect anything. Every now and then something like "The One Truth"… — Philip Schultz Copy Share Image
“I could take a walk with my wife and try to explain the ghosts I can't stop speaking to. Or I could read all… — Philip Schultz Copy Share Image
My first sense of myself was as an artist, a painter. I would see a Van Gogh painting and just love it, the more… — Philip Schultz Copy Share Image
Art is a crime scene in a sense, a crucible, of the mind and heart and our dreams. — Philip Schultz Copy Share Image
Every artist has his or her struggle to work out in their work. The more powerful the struggle, the more persuasive the art. — Philip Schultz Copy Share Image
I'm the kind of father I wanted my father to be. That may be the sweetest revenge. — Philip Schultz Copy Share Image
