Not all complex problems have easy solutions; so says science (so warns science.)

This great blue world of ours is but a house of leaves, moments before the wind.

Through all the windows I only see infinity.

Love of love written by the broken hearted, love of life written by the dead.

Keep true to the rare music in your heart, to the marvelous and unique form that is and shall always be nothing else but you. Keep to that and you can do no wrong, which I realize is easier said than done.

Maturity, one discovers, has everything to do with the acceptance of ‘not knowing.

I do not know anything about Art with a capital A. What I do know about is my art. Because it concerns me. I do not speak for others. So I do not speak for things which profess to speak for others. My art, however, speaks for me. It lights my way.