Magic and art tend to share a lot of the same language. They both talk about evocation, invocation, and conjuring.

You've got to be able to pay your bills, otherwise you're not going to sleep at night. But beyond that, the world inside my head has always been a far richer place than the world outside it. I suppose that a lot of my art and writing are meant to bring the two together.

I'm not a very shy person. I'm just somebody who's got a lot of work and who doesn't like to parade himself in new celebrity contexts.

They say that life's a game, & then they take the board away.

Roses are red Violets are blue Everything's possible Nothing is true.

Looked at sky through smoke heavy with human fat and God was not there. The cold, suffocating dark goes on forever and we are alone. Live our lives, lacking anything better to do. Devise reason later. Born from oblivion; bear children, hell-bound as ourselves, go into oblivion. There is nothing else.

You see, there's the way things seemed and then there's the way things were and one is so often the total reverse of the other.