Sometimes I write what I can't paint, and I paint what I can't write. I use a different part of the brain.

Better to have a single perfect diamond than a sack of flawed stones.

Sometimes I write what I can't paint, and I paint what I can't write. I use a different part of the brain.

The past stays on you the way powdered sugar stays on your fingers. Some people can get rid of it but it’s still there, the events and things that pushed you to where you are now.

Though I have seen a great deal of the sights, traveled a number of the available paths, there are always corners that remain unexplored, doors that remain unopened.

That man has no shadow.

The sensation reminds him of the first snow of winter, for those first few hours when everything is blanketed in white, soft and quiet.