It was a dark and stormy night.

Artistic temperament sometimes seems a battleground, a dark angel of destruction and a bright angel of creativity wrestling.

When the artist is truly the servant of the work, the work is better than the artist; Shakespeare knew how to listen to his work, and so he often wrote better than he could write; Bach composed more deeply, more truly than he knew, Rembrandt's brush put more of the human spirit on canvas than Rembrandt could comprehend. When the work takes over, then the artist is enabled to get out of the way, not to interfere. When the work takes over, then the artist listens.

We do have to use our minds as far as they will take us, yet acknowledging that they cannot take us all the way.

I'm apt to get drunk on words...Ontology: the word about the essence of things; the word about being.

With our human limitations we're not always able to understand the explanations.

Deepest communion with God is beyond words, on the other side of silence.