Yet you shall not deplore having known blindness, nor regret having been deaf. For in that day you shall know the hidden purposes in all things. And you shall bless darkness as you would bless light.

The saint and the sinner are twin brothers...one was born but the moment before the other.

I want every image to be the beginning of an unseen image.

Art is a step in the known toward the unknown

Your soul is oftentimes a battlefield, upon your reason and your judgment wage war against your passion and your appetite.

Thus with my lips have I denounced you, while my heart, bleeding within me, called you tender names. It was love lashed by its own self that spoke. It was pride half slain that fluttered in the dust. It was my hunger for your love that raged from the housetop, while my own love, kneeling in silence, prayed your forgiveness.

Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain.