The terrorist and the policeman both come from the same basket.

Follow your bliss. Find where it is and don't be afraid to follow it.

I let him run on, this papier-maché Mephistopheles, and it seemed to me that if I tried I could poke my forefinger through him, and would find nothing inside but a little loose dirt, maybe.

You can't breathe dead hippo waking, sleeping, and eating, and at the same time keep your precarious grip on existence.

... it was written I should be loyal to the nightmare of my choice.

The artist appeals to that part of our being...which is a gift and not an acquisition - and, therefore, more permanently enduring.

All creative art is magic, is evocation of the unseen in forms persuasive, enlightening, familiar and surprising.