Just as a good rain clears the air, a good writing day clears the psyche.

But do you know how old I will be by the time I learn to really play the piano / act / paint / write a decent play?" Yes . . . the same age you will be if you don't.

When we walk, the two halves of our brains converse.

What payoff are you getting for remaining stuck at this point in your expansion?

All of us are far richer than we imagine. None of us possesses a life devoid of magic.

Art is an act of the soul, not the intellect. When we are dealing with people's dreams - their visions, really - we are in the realm of the sacred. We are involved with forces and energies larger than our own. We are engaged in a sacred transaction of which we know only a little: the shadow, not the shape.

When I listen to love, I am listening to my true nature. When I express love, I am expressing my true nature