I'm not altogether certain that a fundamentalism of necessity has to argue that it is the only reading of the human experience in order to stay alive.

Two hundred or more years ago most people on the planet were never aware of any reality other than the one into which they were brought up.

If a person has a contribution to make, he must make it in public. If learning is not made public, it is a waste.

It's always easier to learn something than to use what you've learned. . . . You're alone when you're learning. But you always use it on other people. It's different when there are other people involved.

I'm constantly revising. Once the book is written and typed, I go through the entire draft again.

I looked at my right hand, the hand with which I painted. There was power in that hand. Power to create and destroy. Power to bring pleasure and pain. Power to amuse and horrify. There was in that hand the demonic and the divine at one and the same time. The demonic and the divine were two aspects of the same force. Creation was demonic and divine. Creativity was demonic and divine. I was demonic and divine.

Each generation thinks it fights new battles. But the battles are the same. Only the people are different.