Slay that dragon once, and he will never have power over you again.

The Kabbalah describes angels as bundles of light, meaning intelligence, consciousness. Kabbalists believe that above every blade of grass is an angel crying "Grow! Grow!" ... I believe that above the entire human race is one super-angel, crying "Evolve! Evolve!"

Most of us have two lives. The life we live, and the unlived life within us. Between the two stands Resistance.

A horse must be a bit mad to be a good cavalry mount, and its rider must be completely so.

The artist committing himself to his calling has volunteered for hell, whether he knows it or not. He will be dining for the duration on a diet of isolation, rejection, self-doubt, despair, ridicule, contempt, and humiliation.

It’s better to be in the arena, getting stomped by the bull, than to be up in the stands or out in the parking lot.

In the hierarchy, the artist faces outward. Meeting someone new he asks himself, What can this person do for me? How can this person advance my standing? In the hierarchy, the artist looks up and looks down. The one place he can't look is that place he must: within.