The freedom to create is somehow linked with facility of access to those obscure regions below the conscious mind.

I once saw, on a flower pot in my own living room, the efforts of a field mouse to build a remembered field. I have lived to see this episode repeated in a thousand guises, and since I have spent a large portion of my life in the shade of a nonexistent tree I think I am entitled to speak for the field mouse.

Every man contains within himself a ghost continent.

I am not nearly so interested in what monkey man was derived from as I am in what kind of monkey he is to become.

Great minds have always seen it. That is why man has survived his journey this long. When we fail to wish any longer to be otherwise than what we are, we will have ceased to evolve. Evolution has to be lived forward. I say this as one who has stood above the bones of much that has vanished, and at midnight has examined his own face.

If there is magic on this planet, it is contained in water.

One does not meet oneself until one catches the reflection from an eye other than human.