It seems to me that what the artist sees is the simple and obvious that is invisible to everybody else.

I suspect there will never be a requiem for a dream, simply because it will destroy us before we have the opportunity to mourn it's passing.

One of the things I have become aware of through the years is how much I love the people I write about.

I knew the alphabet. Maybe I could be a writer.

I don't know that I could really define love. I can't . . . again, it's like trying to define what this creative force is. It's beyond my ability to really define. If I can define it, then it's not it. We're right back to that thing again.

No matter how beautiful the outside may be, the inside still has feelings and needs that just words don't fulfill.

Obviously, I believe that to pursue the American Dream is not only futile but self-destructive because ultimately it destroys everything and everyone involved with it. By definition it must, because it nurtures everything except those things that are important: integrity, ethics, truth, our very heart and soul. Why? The reason is simple: because Life/life is giving, not getting.