perhaps the only magician we have is the artist.
New York seems conducted by jazz, animated by it. It is essentially a city of rhythm.
Life, religion and art all converge in Bali. They have no word in their language for 'artist' or 'art.' Everyone is an artist.
Where the myth fails, human love begins. Then we love a human being, not our dream, but a human being with flaws.
The obstacle became his alibi for weakness.
Asia discovered two remedies for the cruelty of man, art and religion. America discarded both and is drowning in hate and aggressivity.