You are the universe, expressing itself as a human for a little while.
A dying friend once told me, ‘I wish I hadn’t spent so many Mondays wishing it were Friday. I also wish I had made better use of those Fridays, for better stories on Monday.’
The truth is you organically have your own style that’s going to come out—even when you copy other people, especially in the beginning. And the end result is that you get this amazing amalgam of all the people that you respect, and it comes out in amazing ways. To think otherwise—to think that you’re somehow pure and your voice is independent of all the others is probably a little grandiose.