Sometime I'm going to do an essay called 'The Virtues of Amateurism' for all of those people who wish they earned their living in the arts. The market kills more artistic people than anything else. It's a world of safety out there, for most people. They want safety, the magazines and manufacturers give them safety, give them homogeneity, give them the familiar and comfortable, don't challenge them.

This kind of certainty comes but just once in a lifetime!

The old dreams were good dreams; they didn't work out but I'm glad I had them.

And I remember most of what I know that is good and true and lasting has come not from scholars but from minstrels and gypsies.

I am the highway and a peregrine and all the sails that ever went to sea

Remember the great adversity of art or anything else is a hurried life.

First you must have the images, then come the words.