Nothing is accidental in the universe - this is one of my Laws of Physics - except the entire universe itself, which is Pure Accident, pure divinity.

Not what the mind sees, but what the mind imagines the eye must see.

Art is the highest expression of the human spirit.

Ultimately, we measure ourselves against our own ideas of idealism and perfection, and we don't always come very close to them.

I don't know whether I am different from other people. Perhaps I am. Perhaps no one has a personality, and people are inventing themselves in the context in which they find themselves.

People have libraries at home, they have bookshelves, they have CDs. And they sort of try, people try to bring great artists into their lives, into their physical houses and sort of live with portions of them. But they're not really deeply engaging with them.

Strange: how when a light is extinguished, it's immediately as if it has never been. Darkness fills in again, complete.