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.

In our dreams we are able to fly . . . and that is a remembering of how we were meant to be.

Don't try to comprehend with your mind. Your minds are very limited. Use your intuition.

Silence fell between them, as tangible as the dark tree shadows that fell across their laps and that now seemed to rest upon them as heavily as though they possessed a measurable weight of their own.

An artist is someone who cannot rest, who can never rest as long as there is one suffering creature in the world.

Sometimes when we have to speak suddenly we come closer to the truth than when we have time to think.

Behind the violence of the birthing of galaxies and stars and planets came a quiet and tender melody, a gentle love song. All the raging of creation, the continuing hydrogen explosions on the countless suns, the heaving of planetary bodies, all was enfolded in a patient, waiting love.