I love to dwell on the thought that the artist is next in divinity to the saint. He, like the saint, performs miracles.

Wherever a cat sits, there shall happiness be found.

Hilda and I slept alongside each other fully dressed, head to feet.

Do you know what good art is? It is saying "ta" to God.

I wish to have no status as a man. I am equally content to be a worm or a rat, and am only glad that I am not becuase they have such a rough time without the pleasure of painting.

Painting is saying "Ta" to God.

Whereas goodness makes greatness teachable, greatness makes goodness touchable.

I wiggle my eyebrows. 'Sorry, Evan, I can't make out with you wile the dog is aligning himself with a magnetic field.

I want. I need. I ache. I burn. Burn with me." Ellysetta to Rain in Lord of the Fading Lands.

I do want to be involved in quality projects that say something positive about the Latino community.

The fight we are in here, make no mistake about it, is a fight of individualism versus collectivism.

It is a paradox. Life is that way. God designed it that way. I believe I met him once. He was full of mischief.

You'll never get what you really want. All you can do is give what you really want!

Try pitching a story of happiness to your editors and their toes are going to curl up.

The longing we have to communicate cleanly and directly with people is always obstructed by qualifications and often with concern about how our messages will be received.

Too often we forget that an ideal partner is someone who enhances an already full existence.