The world began in hazard and will end in it.

I think it is interesting that we have come back to star- and space ships. Jet will do for a transport shorthand; yet when man really reaches, across the vast seas of space, he still reaches in ships.

Medieval theologians used to dispute how the angels in the heaven spent their time, when not balancing on needle points and singing anthems to the Lord. I know. They slump glued to their clouds, glasses at the ready, as the Archangel Micheal (that well-known slasher) and stonewalling St Peter open against the Devils XI. It could not be Heaven, otherwise.

Greece is like a mirror. It makes you suffer. Then you learn.' To live alone?' To live. With what you are.

The great majority of modern third-person narration is "I" narration very thinly disguised.

I love making, I love doing. I love being to the full, I love everything which is not sitting and watching and copying and dead at heart.

Art is a statement of one in the face of all; not a statement by one for the use of all.