Both the artist and the lover know that perfection is not loveable. It is the clumsiness of a fault that makes a person lovable.

Gods suppressed become devils, and often it is these devils whom we first encounter when we turn inward.

I think of mythology as the homeland of the muses, the inspirers of art, the inspirers of poetry. To see life as a poem and yourself participating in a poem is what the myth does for you.

The demon that you can swallow gives you it’s power, and the greater life’s pain, the greater life’s reply.

Awe is what moves us forward.

If you see your path laid out in front of you - Step one, Step two, Step three - you only know one thing . . . it is not your path. Your path is created in the moment of action. If you can see it laid out in front of you, you can be sure it is someone else's path. That is why you see it so clearly.

When before the beauty of a sunset or a mountain, you pause and exclaim, 'Ah,' you are participating in divinity.