Turn up for work. Discipline allows creative freedom. No discipline equals no freedom.

When pieces of work speak to us in a way that feels as if they were made just for us, those become our private worlds that we return to.

I find pieces of myself everywhere, and I cut myself handling them.

I wanted to cause trouble, but I know now it stays with you.

The future is foretold from the past and the future is only possible because of the past. Without past and future, the present is partial. All time is eternally present and so all time is ours. There is no sense in forgetting and every sense in dreaming. Thus the present is made rich.

I think it would be very foolish not to take the irrational seriously.

In the presence of love, hearth and quest become one.