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 aren't looking, the holiness comes breaking through like a rainbow.

The naked intellect is an extraordinarily inaccurate instrument.

Because we fail to listen to each other's stories, we are becoming a fragmented human race.

Inspiration more often comes during the work than before it, because the largest part of the job of an artist is to listen to the work.

I love, therefore I am vulnerable.

The minute we begin to think we have all the answers, we forget the questions.