I think you're all mad. But that's part and parcel of being an artistic genius, isn't it?

The old gods and their magics did not dwindle away into murky memories of brownies and little fairies more at home in a Disney cartoon; rather, they changed. The coming of Christ and Christians actually freed them. They were no longer bound to people's expectations but could now become anything that they could imagine themselves to be. They are still here, walking among us. We just don't recognize them anymore.

Don't forget - no one else sees the world the way you do, so no one else can tell the stories that you have to tell.

Can you remember how you felt when you were communicating through your artwork? Not just the sense of completion, but the sense of rightness- the sense that you had brought to life something that could live beyond your sphere of being, that held in it far more potential than you ever realized you were imbuing in the work?

You walk around with a negative attitude and you're just naturally going to bring trouble and hard times down on yourself.

I'm not as trusting as people think I am. Sure, I see the best in people, but that doesn't mean it's really there.

You can't stand up to the night until you understand what's hiding in its shadows.