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

If we split practice from the real thing, neither one of them will be very real.

An improviser does not operate from a formless vacuum, but from three billion years of organic evolution

Every attempt we make is imperfect; yet each one of those imperfect attempts is an occasion for a delight unlike anything else on earth.

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

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.

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.