Dreams are necessary to life.

Write. Write until it stops hurting.

perhaps the only magician we have is the artist.

Dreams pass into the reality of action. From the actions stems the dream again; and this interdependence produces the highest form of living.

But the artist persists because he has the will to create, and this is the magic power which can transform and transfigure and transpose and which will ultimately be transmitted to others.

Life is so fluid that one can only hope to capture the living moment, to capture it alive and fresh ... without destroying that moment.

I spell 'god' with a small 'g' because I do not believe in him, but I love to swear by him.