If it's bad art, it's bad religion, no matter how pious the subject.

A straight line is not the shortest distance between two points.

I think that all artists, regardless of degree of talent, are a painful, paradoxical combination of certainty and uncertainty, of arrogance and humility, constantly in need of reassurance, and yet with a stubborn streak of faith in their own validity no matter what.

No matter how true I believe what I am writing to be, if the reader cannot also participate in that truth, then I have failed.

We find what we are looking for. If we are looking for life and love and openness and growth, we are likely to find them. If we are looking for witchcraft and evil, we'll likely find them, and we may get taken over by them.

Now I am setting out into the unknown. It will take me a long while to work through the grief. There are no shortcuts; it has to be gone through.

artists ... all have a need that cannot be met by another human being.