I cannot let my blood pressure rise because someone wishes to spread his or her bad day around, as if to dilute instead of multiply it.

Loving her has become a part of my religion, a gentle mantra with every beating of my heart. I cannot imagine its Ragnarok without wilting.

Holding fantasy to our chests only means our hands are not free to work.

Our brains want God even as our minds debunk the divine.

Paganism is the default of most children, since they excel at magical thinking.

My main nurturing instinct toward children is mild sadism--picking them up and threatening to drop them--which is why I am a good uncle but would make a poor father.

Having ascended to some spiritual strength by focusing on the power of the feminine, it is no doubt tempting to wield this strength against that which triggers memories of having once been weaker.

Women are seen as imperfect or unclean, because of a myth of a tempting apple, because they bleed monthly, because they lack equivalent upper body strength.

Most magick I have experienced can be written off as a stew of psychology and coincidence, and I truly believe this is where magick is best worked.

Magick need not be a crutch, but it is hard to argue that anything you lean on in lieu of building your own strength weakens resolve.

I honor the divine on a daily basis, but I want to know that the greatest magick in my life is living authentically with what I have and can do.

Helping others is an effective way of training oneself.

There are two forces at work in the world: the power of light and the power of darkness.

I'm sick of not having the courage to be an absolute nobody.

Judgment of eye, speed and attack are the basis of victory.

To accept with unquestioning faith, or to refuse to reconsider any particular view held by the Church in the past, is as unreasonable as it is unsafe. The faith of the Church is a progressive affair.

If I set out to sculpt a standing man and it becomes a lying woman, I know I am making art.

If Martin Luther King were here he'd be very surprised at some of the sugar-coated versions of American history presented today.

What my father especially taught me was to not always take the safe road, the easy road. If you are going to do good work, you have to risk failing badly.

How can you put on a meaningful drama when every fifteen minutes proceedings are interrupted by twelve dancing rabbits with toilet paper?

Well, Clive, it's all about the two Ms - movement and positioning.