There is not ultimate breakthrough; what we find in the development of a creative life is an open-ended series of provisional breakthroughs. In this journey there is no endpoint, because it is the journey into the soul.

Here the artist is, as it were, an archaeologist, uncovering deeper and deeper strata as he works, recovering not an ancient civilization, but something as yet unborn, unseen, unheard, except by the inner eye, the inner ear. He is not just removing apparent surfaces from some external object, he is removing apparent surface from the Self, revealing his original nature.

Whispered words can be devastatingly effective.

To create, we need both technique and freedom of technique

The most potent muse of all is our own inner child.

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

Creative living, or the life of a creator, seems like a leap into the unknown only because "normal life" is rigid and traumatized.