Just as the creative artist is not allowed to choose, neither is he permitted to turn his back on anything: a single refusal, and he is cast out of the state of grace and becomes sinful all the way through.

It is a tremendous act of violence to begin anything. I am not able to begin. I simply skip what should be the beginning.

Let everything happen to you Beauty and terror Just keep going No feeling is final

There is time only to work slowly There is no time not to love

You must give birth to your images. They are the future waiting to be born. Fear not the strangeness you feel. The future must enter you long before it happens. Just wait for the birth, for the the hour of the new clarity.

Perhaps the same bird echoed through both of us yesterday, seperate, in the evening.

The only journey is the one within.