Elder daughter is complaining good-naturedly about the hot, airless dance studio (which really does get kinda murderous this time of year, and Sweaty Ballerina will not be the hot new scent for the season, believe me). But the discussion led me to this realization:
"Honey, you've got to suffer for your art. If you didn't suffer, it wouldn't be art. It would be crafts."
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