Qui plussait, plus se tait. French, you know. The more a man knows, the less he talks.

The discipline of creation, be it to paint, compose, write, is an effort towards wholeness.

I hope that I will never forget the salvific power of joyful laughter.

I believe that each work of art, whether it is a work of great genius, or something very small, comes to the artist and says, "Here I am. Enflesh me. Give birth to me."

A lot of the shadow self is the home of poetry, story, prayer. My deepest understandings are often released from the part of me of which I am least aware most of the time.

Goodness has never been a guarantee of safety.

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.