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.

Dare I? Of course I don't. But I'm going to anyhow because I have no choice.

Love can't be pinned down by a definition, and it certainly can't be proved, any more than anything else important in life can be proved.

The prayer of words cannot be eliminated. And I must pray them daily, whether I feel like praying or not. Otherwise, when God as something to say to me, I will not know how to listen. Until I have worked through self, I will not be enabled to get out of the way.

There are forces working in the world as never before in the history of mankind for standardization, for the regimentation of us all, or what I like to call making muffins of us, muffins all like every other muffin in the muffin tin. This is the limited universe, the drying dissipating universe that we can help our children to avoid by providing them with ‘explosive material capable of stirring up fresh life endlessly'.

For the past several generations we've forgotten what the psychologists call our archaic understanding, a willingness to know things in their deepest, most mythic sense. We're all born with archaic understanding, and I'd guess that the loss of it goes directly along with the loss of ourselves as creators.

It strikes me as somewhat odd that the people who use God's name most frequently, both in life and in literature, usually don't believe in him.