What a beautiful testament to the creative spirit and its true motives, to creative contribution coming from a place of purpose rather than a hunger for profit.

Part of the shabbiness of our culture, if indeed it is shabby, is that it doesn't seem to prepare people. With all the songs about love and all the movies and all the books, there doesn't seem to be any way that we can prepare the human heart for this experience.

The blizzard of the world has crossed the threshold and it's overturned the order of the soul.

I've forgotten most of what I've read and, frankly, it never seemed very important to me or to the world.

Songs don’t dignify human activity. Human activity dignifies the song.

Most of our distractions are designed to invite us away from this recognition, which is a good idea.

First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin