Are you aware that rushing toward a goal is a sublimated death wish? It's no coincidence we call them 'deadlines.'

It's personal freedom, not hundred dollar bills that lights the soul's cigar.

If you need to visualize the soul, think of it as a cross between a wolf howl, a photon and a dribble of dark molasses. But what it really is, as near as I can tell, is a packet of information. It's a program, a piece of hyperspatial software designed explicitly to interface with the Mystery. Not a mystery, mind you - the Mystery. The one that can never be solved.

The Earth is God's pinball machine and each quake, tidal wave, flash flood and volcanic eruption is the result of a TILT that occurs when God, cheating, tries to win free games.

In this world that God (or Mother Nature) created, it is always hazard and novelty-hazard and novelty-which assert themselves, thereby rendering notions of fixity absurd. Incongruously enough, however, when we allow ourselves to fully accept uncertainty, to embrace and cultivate it even, then we actually can begin to feel within ourselves the presence of an Absolute. The person who cannot welcome ambiguity cannot welcome God.

All depression has its roots in self-pity, and all self-pity is rooted in people taking themselves too seriously.

My paintings are very strange - large and empty, like walls. Just the opposite of my writing, which is rich and juicy.