Writing just for the hell of it is heaven.

When writing becomes too dominant, it gets leached of its own power. We spend more and more time writing and we have less and less to write about.

When we open ourselves to exploring our creativity, we open ourselves to God: good, orderly direction.

Being in the mood to write, like being in the mood to make love, is a luxury that isn't necessary in a long-term relationship. Just as the first caress can lead to a change of heart, the first sentence, however tentative and awkward, can lead to a desire to go just a little further.

Making art is a rite of initiation. People change their souls.

We are not accustomed to thinking that God's will for us and our own inner dreams can coincide.

Artists love other artists. Shadow artists are gravitating to their rightful tribe but cannot yet claim their birthright. Very often audacity, not talent, makes one person an artist and another a shadow artist-hiding in the shadows, afraid to step out and expose the dream to the light, fearful that it will disintegrate to the touch.