Artists Are Meant To Be Madmen, To

It's An Awful Truth That Suffering Can Deepen Us, Give A Greater Lustre To Our Colours, A Richer Resonance To Our Words. That Is, If It Doesn't Destroy Us, If It Doesn't Burn Away The Optimism And The Spirit, The Capacity For Visions, And The Respect For Simple Yet Indispensable Things.

I Have To Move Away From Organized Religion. The Toxic Confusion And Anger I Was Feeling In Church Had Become Too Great.

I Want To Love All The Children Of God - Christian, Jew, Moslem, Hindu, Buddhist - Everyone. I Want To Love Gay Christians And Straight Christians.

As If It Were Our Very Birthright, Which We Could Not Come To Grasp The Meaning Of Until This Time Of Middle Life When We Looked On Only As Many Years Ahead As Already Lay Behind Us.

Paris Was A Universe Whole And Entire Unto Herself, Hollowed And Fashioned By History; So She Seemed In This Age Of Napoleon Iii With Her Towering Buildings, Her Massive Cathedrals, Her Grand Boulevards And Ancient Winding Medieval Streets - As Vast And Indestructible As Nature Itself.