It doesn't matter what you do...so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that's like you after you take your hands away.

I'm not in control of my muse. My muse does all the work.

Let the world burn through you. Throw the prism light, white hot, on paper.

Who has more pockets than a magician? A boy. Whose pockets contain *more* than a magicians? A boy's.

I think the only way we can grow and get on in this world is to accept the fact we're not perfect and live accordingly.

We Earth Men have a talent for ruining big, beautiful things. The only reason we didn't set up hot-dog stands in the midst of the Egyptian temple of Karnak is because it was out of the way and served no large commercial purpose.

You feed yourself. Make sure you have all the information, whether it's aesthetic, scientific, mathematical, I don't care what it is. Then you walk away from it and let it ferment. You ignore it and pretend you don't care. Next thing you know, the answer comes.