In order to purify yourself, you have to understand yourself, Father Trais went on. Everything out in the world is also in you. Good, bad, evil, perfection, death, everything. So we study our souls.

I have always kept notebooks and I go back to them over and over. They are my compost pile of ideas.

To think about love and passion and political correctness all together, it doesn't work. Art has to go way past the political to be effective.

We are never so poor that we cannot bless another human being, are we? So it is that every evil, whether moral or material, results in good. You'll see.

Our songs travel the earth. We sing to one another. Not a single note is ever lost and no song is original. They all come from the same place and go back to a time when only the stones howled.

So what is wild? What is wilderness? What are dreams but an internal wilderness and what is desire but a wildness of the soul?

When every inch of the world is known, sleep may be the only wilderness that we have left.