When we can play with the unself-conscious concentration of a child, this is: art: prayer: love.

Speaking of ways, pet, by the way, there is such a thing as a tesseract.

A truly great work of art breaks beyond the bounds of the period and culture in which it is created, so final judgement on a current book has to be deferred until it can be seen outside this present moment.

poets are born knowing the language of angels

It's not my brain that's writing the book, it's these hands of mine.

Our truest response to the irrationality of the world is to paint or sing or write, for only in such response do we find truth.

Anger is not bitterness. Bitterness can go on eating at a man's heart and mind forever. Anger spends itself in its own time.