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

“The ability to find pixilation amid the pixelation is at the essence of the gift of celestial Grace.”

“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.”