Practice is an ever-fresh, challenging flow of work and play in which we continually test and demolish our own delusions; therefore, it is sometimes painful.

Brahms once remarked that the mark of an artist is how much he throws away. Nature, the great creator, is always throwing things away. A frog lays several million eggs at a sitting. Only a few dozen of these become tadpoles, and only a few of those become frogs. We can let imagination and practice be as profligate as nature.

We provide both irritation and inspiration for each other- the grist for each other's pearl making.

If a creative person has a sense of humor, a sense of style and a certain amount of stubbornness, he finds a way to do what he needs to in spite of the obstacles.

Looking at the creative process is like looking into a crystal: no matter which facet we gaze into, we see all the others reflected.

Every conversation is a form of Jazz. The activity of instantaneous creation is as ordinary to us as breathing.

Play cannot be defined, because in play all definitions slither, dance, combine, break apart, and recombine.