I salute my desires with a bow.were it not for them to come and playmind would be empty just like me.

The dream too thinks twice, gets filtered to go softto be seated on children's eyes.

I like desires like childrenand their playsthat tease me now and then intoknowing life.

Why, in a world where there is love, would you ever choose hate?

Only one-tenth of what you write will make it into your manuscript, but when you knock on that tenth” – I rap my knuckles on the table – “you’ll hear oaken solidity, not sawdust and glue.

Your heart is the size of your fist; keep loving, keep fighting.

My true self contains every possibility.

The prophesying business is like writing fugues; it is fatal to every one save the man of absolute genius.

There are bad people and there are bad corporations. Just as there are good people and good corporations. That might seem too black and white, but what can I tell ya?

Assuming the worst was always safer. And usually truer.

If I don't paint for one day, I don't feel well physically or mentally.

There is a child in every one of us who is still a trick-or-treater looking for a brightly-lit front porch.

I've always been anxious about 'Primer.' There's good things about it, but all I've seen for a long time is the flaws.