Realizing this, I knew that the actual space of a room could be broken down and played with by planting illusions of real light (electric light) at crucial junctures in the room's composition.

A piece of wall can be visually disintegrated from the whole into a separate triangle by plunging a diagonal of light from edge to edge on the wall; that is, side to floor, for instance.

One might not think of light as a matter of fact, but I do. And it is, as I said, as plain and open and direct an art as you will ever find.

I like my use of light to be openly situational in the sense that there is no invitation to meditate, to contemplate.

It is what it is, and it ain't nothin' else... Everything is clearly, openly, plainly delivered.

Electric light is just another instrument. I have no desire to contrive fantasies mediumistically or sociologically over it or beyond it.

My icons do not raise up the blessed savior in elaborate cathedrals. They are constructed concentrations celebrating barren rooms. They bring a limited light.

I have no doubt that you are more than capable of bringing the Monsean queen and my son and the rest of my sons and a hundred Nanderan kittens through an onslaught of howling raiders if you chose to.

Wake up to realities! Real life is all about real things!

You ought to thirst for the living water.

Work for a cause, Not for applause.Live life to express, Not to impress.

To discover he is loved in return ought really to disenchant the lover with the beloved.

Life is so short. I would rather sing one song than interpret the thousand.

In fact, all the additional knowledge gained by an irrationally constituted society may but enlarge and enhance the powers of death and destruction.

A place is a story, and stories are geography, and empathy is first of all an act of imagination, a storyteller's art, and then a way of traveling from here to there.

I think we are born into what we're supposed to learn and find out in this life.