I can't get very far away from Christianity, I can't get very far away from the angels and the saints. I work them in always, in some way.

And my heart beat faster for the mountains of eastern Europe, finally, beat faster for the one hope that somewhere we might find in that primitive countryside the answer to why under God this suffering was allowed to exist - why under God it was allowed to begin, and how under God it might be ended. I had not the courage to end it, I knew, without that answer.

Very few beings really seek knowledge in this world. Mortal or immortal, few really ASK. On the contrary, they try to wring from the unknown the answers they have already shaped in their own minds.

One moment the world is as it is. The next, it is something entirely different. Something it has never been before.

How could anyone love Him? What did you just tell me yourself about the world? Don't you see, everybody hates God now. It's not that God is dead in the twentieth century. It's that everybody hates Him! At least I think so.

Artists are meant to be madmen, to disturb and shock us.

The highest truths a person could discover were rooted in the natural world.