Open your eyes at last and see... now I will open the book of the world for you,there are no words in it, just pictures.

True dreams and visions should be as visible to the artist as the phenomena of the objective world.

Consciousness is a sea ringed with visions.

However ugly a face may be, we can discover some beauty in it if we first experience wonder before it and then begin to understand it, too.

I cannot say why I wanted to paint. The only answer is in the pictures themselves.

The life of the consciousness is boundless. It interpenetrates the world and is woven in all its imagery. Therefore, we must listen closely to our inner voice.

I used to be too subjective, and I was always tempted to find my inner self in the exterior and dissipate my imagination on other people and on life.

The awareness of imagery is part of living... a life which derives its power from within itself will focus on the perception... of images.

I consider myself responsible to the coming generations, which are left stranded in a blitzed world, unaware of the soul trembling in awe before the mystery of life.

The most fundamental in me is coming uppermost, and the transient, the sensational, is dispersing, because it can't adversely influence what is essential to me.

And the game of dominoes is much like life: You gotta play the bones you’ve pulled. It don’t matter if you got seven doubles in your damn hand.

Writing is something you do alone. Its a profession for introverts who want to tell you a story but don't want to make eye contact while doin

The cruel truth exposes the ugly side of us so deeply that we find solace in the last defence hiding behind the facade of our insanity.

What is life but a series of inspired follies? The difficulty is to find them to do.

The Golden Age was never the present Age.

There are ghosts everywhere," Ser Jorah said softly. "We carry them with us wherever we go.

You'd have to be an imbecile or hypocrite to imagine that a professional cyclist who rides 235 days a year can hold himself together without stimulants.

My god has always been a laissez-faire deity, giving you the initial goods and sending you on to make your way.

Practice is practice, chicken is chicken.

If you take a scotch whiskey and distill out the alcohol, what is left has an amazing taste to it and can be used as a flavoring for a dessert.