When you know your name, you should hang on to it, for unless it is noted down and remembered, it will die when you do.

At some point in life the world's beauty becomes enough. You don't need to photograph, paint or even remember it. It is enough.

Don't tell us what to believe, what to fear. Show us belief's wide skirt and the stitch that unravels fear's caul.

In a way, her strangeness, her naiveté, her craving for the other half of her equation was the consequence of an idle imagination. Had she paints, or clay, or knew the discipline of the dance, or strings, had she anything to engage her tremendous curiosity and her gift for metaphor, she might have exchanged the restlessness and preoccupation with whim for an activity that provided her with all she yearned for. And like an artist with no art form, she became dangerous.

If you're going to hold someone down you're going to have to hold on by the other end of the chain. You are confined by your own repression.

There is no civilization that did not begin with art, Whether it was drawing a line in the sand, painting a cave or dancing.

Make up a story... For our sake and yours forget your name in the street; tell us what the world has been to you in the dark places and in the light. Don't tell us what to believe, what to fear. Show us belief's wide skirt and the stitch that unravels fear's caul.