A working artist is a playing artist.

Some people find it easier to picture the stream of inspiration as being like radio waves of all sorts being broadcast at all times. With practice, we learn to hear the desired frequency on request. We tune in to the frequency we want.

As children we hoard and gloat over words. Words give ownership: we name our world and we claim it...Children trust the power of words.

Writing is a combination of being alert to your outer surroundings and alive to your inner reality.

By being willing to be a bad artist, you have a chance to be an artist, and perhaps, over time, a very good one.

As artists, we belong to an ancient and holy tribe. We are the carriers of the truth that spirit moves through us all. When we deal with one another, we are dealing not merely with our own human personalities but also with the unseen but ever-present throng of ideas, visions, stories, poems, songs, sculptures, art-as-facts that crowd the temple of consciousness waiting their turn to be born.

Art is not about thinking something up. It is the opposite - getting something down.