Art is a war - between ourselves and the forces of self-sabotage that would stop us from doing our work. The artist is a warrior.

You have never tasted freedom, friend, or you would know it is purchased not with gold, but steel.

We will have to choose between the life we want for our future and the life we have left behind.

You and I may only be mortals, with all the foolishness and fallibility that that state implies, but we're mortals made in the image of heaven. The gods can't do their work without us. So let's be bold, in their cause and in our own. It's our job, we humans, to make manifest that which is unmanifest-and to raise into consciousness, in this material dimension, that which had been known before only in heaven.

The professional conducts his business in the real world. Adversity, injustice, bad hops and rotten calls, even good breaks and lucky bounces all comprise the ground over which the campaign must be waged. The field is level, the professional understands, only in heaven.

When we sit down day after day and keep grinding, something mysterious starts to happen... Unseen forces enlist in our cause; serendipity reinforces our purpose.

Every artist has to face his own demons and evolve his own method of working.