The conception, composition, practice, and performance of a piece of music can blossom in a single moment.

Writing, playing, composing, painting, reading, listening, looking-all require that we submit to being swept away by Eros, to a transformation of self of the kind that happens when we fall in love.

Play is the taproot from which original art springs. It is the raw stuff that the artist channels with all his learning and technique.

Creative work is play. It is free speculation using materials of ones chosen form.

Paradoxically, the more you are yourself, the more universal your message. As you develop and individuate more deeply, you break through into deeper layers of the collective consciousness and the collective unconsciousness.

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

The easiest way to do art is to dispense with success and failure altogether and just get on with it.