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

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

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

The noun of self becomes a verb. This flashpoint of creation in the present moment is where work and play merge.

As an improvising musician, I am not in the music business, I am not in the creativity business; I am in the surrender business.

There are no prescriptive solutions, no grand designs for grand problems. Life's solutions lie in the minute particulars involving more and more individual people daring to create their own life and art, daring to listen to the voice within their deepest, original nature, and deeper still, the voice within the earth.

If we operate with a belief in long sweeps of time, we build cathedrals; if we operate from fiscal quarter to fiscal quarter, we build ugly shopping malls.