Is there a spiritual element to creativity? Hell, yes. Our mightiest ally (our indispensable ally) is belief in something we cannot see, hear, touch, taste, or feel.

Go tell the Spartans, stranger passing by, that here obedient to their laws we lie.

Rule of thumb: The more important a call or action is to our soul's evolution, the Resistance we will feel toward pursuing it.

Don't cheat the world of your contribution. Give it what you've got.

Never forget: This very moment, we can change our lives. There never was a moment, and never will be, when we are without the power to alter our destiny.

The essence of professionalism is the focus upon the work and its demands, while we are doing it, to the exclusion of all else.

The most important thing about art is to work. Nothing else matters except sitting down every day and trying.

We come into this world with a specific, personal destiny. We have a job to do, a calling to enact, a self to become. We are who we are from the cradle, and we're stuck with it.

A horse must be a bit mad to be a good cavalry mount, and its rider must be completely so.

Most of us have two lives. The life we live, and the unlived life within us. Between the two stands Resistance.

The more scared we are of a work or calling, the more sure we can be that we have to do it.

Civilisation and profits go hand in hand.

Athletes become our heroes, because they're superhuman. They do things nobody else can do. They're better than 6 billion other people.

I'm not interested in fame at all.

Never let the limitations or insecurities of others limit what is possible for you.

I'm a recognizable person and some people feel the need for some reason to take me to task. You're really messing with the wrong person on that one.

It's tough being out there doing what I'm doing in what they call a man's world.

Like all art, poems are only hints and guesses that draw our attention to something larger.

When your first marriage goes into tragedy, you become very battle-scarred... I even thought of suicide. Luckily, I had known some happy marriages.

I prayed to rediscover my childhood, and it has come back, and I feel that it is just as difficult as it used to be, and that growing older has served no purpose at all.

What do you live for? Would you die for it?