it was somehow wonderful of her to be, in every detail, herself.

"Baby," I said, "I'm a genius but nobody knows it but me."

Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.

Genius is the ability to independently arrive at and understand concepts that would normally have to be taught by another person.

Genius is childhood recovered at will.

I had been born in order to fill
the great need I had of myself.

She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum.

love,love,love...that is the soul of genius

She had willed herself open to him and knew that the chemistry of love was all within her, her doing. Even his power to wound her with neglect was a power she had created and granted ...

She lived life as if it had been created just for her

her rebirth was stunning-
she lifted herself up from
the depths of despair,
grasped her dreams,
embedded them in her heart,
and walked forward into
a future that only her will
and vision could control

Genius, as we tend to talk about it today, is some sort of mysterious and combustible substance that burns brightly and burns out. It's the strange gift of poets and pop stars that allows them to produce one wonderful work in their early twenties and then nothing. It is mysterious. It is there. It is gone.

The genius inside a person wants activity. It’s connected to the stars; it’s connected to a spark and it wants to burn and it wants to make and it wants to create and it has gifts to give. That is the nature of inner genius.

Geniuses are just people who had good mothers.