There was no light. The darkness was deep and there was no dazzle.

Love. That was what she had that IT did not have.

I don't understand it any more than you do, but one thing I've learned is that you don't have to understand things for them to be.

Maybe that's the best part of going away for a vacation-coming home again.

I like the fact that in ancient Chinese art the great painters always included a deliberate flaw in their work: human creation is never perfect.

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

I can't think of one great human being in the arts, or in history generally, who conformed, who succeeded, as education experts tell us children must succeed, with his peer group.