“I became the fractured shell of a mustard seed to dwell for an eye-blink amid a starburst galaxy of broken dreams.”

“The relentless persistence of Light eventually exhausts darkness.”

“The poet is a Cyclops in the Kingdom of the Blind whose sole cure for the madness of his vision must be starvation.”

“New York had pushed and bent and bullied, driving me underground to sort out the madness and sculpt my Being with my own hands in self-discovery on its cold pottery wheel and in the white heat of i...”

“A perfectly clear photograph is a distortion of reality.”

“New York City is where specks of dust aspire randomly with all their cunning to become grains of sand.”

“To create art with all the passion in one's soul is to live art with all the beauty in one's heart.”

“art is risk made visible”

“Eleanor was right. She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.”

“New York had pushed and bent and bullied, driving me underground to sort out the madness and sculpt my Being with my own hands in self-discovery on its cold pottery wheel and in the white heat of i...”

“New York City is where specks of dust aspire randomly with all their cunning to become grains of sand.”

“There is no competition in work. Whoever loves to labour does so as grace of life.”

“...whatever is lovely, whatever is gracious, if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things. And peace will be with you.”

“If perception is limited to experience and knowledge, what proof do we have of moral judgement?”