Fifteen and on the brink, that’s what Mum says about me. On the brink. Like it’s the continental shelf or something. On the brink of what? I want to yell. A rich and meaningful life? Disaster?

We have a choice to live in the Age of Enlightenment or the Age of Darkness.

... plunged into chance, --that is to say, swallowed up in Providence

Please, O ye Lord, keep Jim Bakker behind bars.

My dad didn't want me to play guitar. He played piano, so I chose that. And I ended up loving it

What the eye sees is a synthesis of who you are and all you have learned. This is what I would call the language of photography.

Nada is found within. It is a music without strings which plays in the body. It penetrates the inner and outer and leads you away from illusion.

It is when their age of passions is past that great men produce their masterpieces, just as it is after volcanic eruptions that the soil is most fertile.

Rome wasn't built in a day, and neit'er was Syracuse.

Surrealism is a bourgeois disaffection; that its militants thought it universal is only one of the signs that it is typically bourgeois.

Skill in writing frees you to write what you want to write. It may also show you what you want to write. Craft enables art.