If one really thinks about the body as such, there is no possible outline of the body as such.

Autobiography is a wound where the blood of history does not dry.

Man was made at the end of the week's work when God was tired.

I trade with you my mind.

We taste Thee, O Thou Living Bread, And long to feast upon Thee still: We drink of Thee, the Fountainhead And thirst our souls from Thee to fill.

Men die and they are not happy.

I had opportunities to play with other people and give my self some sort of security, but for some reason I wanted to play solo and just put it out there.

In the presence of love, hearth and quest become one.

What is madness? To have erroneous perceptions and to reason correctly from them.

The damages of our present agriculture all come from the determination to use the life of the soil as if it were an extractable resource like coal.

Give me a woman who loves beer and I will conquer the world.

As artists, the pleasure is to really have your work resonate and mean something. Art takes its inspiration from reality.