His worried face falls away and is replaced with what can only be described as a glow--like someone who has a terrific secret and they're about to let you in on it.

If I’ve learned one thing, it’s that the unfortunate thing about life is that everything’s mixed. There’s no absolute good and there’s no absolute evil. There’s just a lot of confusion.

Intuitions are like migratory birds, they come without a map without a reason.

My business is words. Words are like labels, or coins, or better, like swarming bees.

I love Nic Cage. He was so much fun to work with.

One needs no strange spiritual faith to worship the earth.

Hope bases vast premises on foolish accidents, and reads a word where in fact only a scribble exists.

The spacious firmament on high, And all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled heavens, a shining frame, Their great Original proclaim.

You will not find what you want in the world, only in the Father.

As an artist, it is central to be unsatisfied.

It made our hair stand up in panic fear.