Art does the same things dreams do. We have a hunger for dreams and art fulfills that hunger. So much of real life is a disappointment. That's why we have art.

Love commingled with hate is more powerful than love. Or hate.

Only in love is there trust - even the possibility of trust.

The great happiness in life in creativity belongs to amateurs.

We are stimulated to emotional response, not by works that confirm our sense of the world, but by works that challenge it.

The heavenly light you admire is fossil-light, it's the unfathomably distant past you gaze into, stars long extinct

I think whenever we think of our hometowns, we tend to think of very specific people: with whom you rode on the school bus, who was your next door neighbor you were playing with, who your girlfriend was. It's always something very specific.