I wish that we worried more about asking the right questions instead of being so hung up on finding answers.

The earth will never be the same again Rock, water, tree, iron, share this greif As distant stars participate in the pain. A candle snuffed, a falling star or leaf, A dolphin death, O this particular loss A Heaven-mourned; for if no angel cried If this small one was tossed away as dross, The very galaxies would have lied. How shall we sing our love's song now In this strange land where all are born to die? Each tree and leaf and star show how The universe is part of this one cry, Every life is noted and is cherished, and nothing loved is ever lost or perished.

When we lose our myths we lose our place in the universe.

It is not always on the great or the important that the balance of the universe depends.

As I listen to the silence, I learn that my feelings about art and my feelings about the Creator of the Universe are inseparable. To try to talk about art and about Christianity is for me one and the same thing, and it means attempting to share the meaning of my life, what gives it, for me, its tragedy and its glory.

We do not know what things look like. We know what things are like. It must be a very limiting thing,this seeing. -Aunt Beast

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.