The telephone is a great knee-jerk machine, but if you really want to tell someone how you feel, you need the slowness of the letter. In a society where everything is fast, it's like going out in the country and looking up at the stars.

Every one of us sees 'green' differently. So everything is an approximation of understanding.

Art is like therapy what comes up is what comes up. It may be dark, but that's what comes up. You may want to keep some of it in a drawer but never judge it.

It's the nasty and the accident that form the foundation for elegance that comes later.

For me, synchronicity is a way of confirming the rightness of action. It is only in its absence that I realize I'm out of kilter with, for want of a better term, the collective unconscious.

An idea or an insight doesn't come from a single happening, it requires a meeting to alter a perspective. Often it takes a while for the events to collide, but when they do it is inevitable that a change will follow.

Art becomes a spiritual process depending upon the degree of commitment that you bring to it. Every experience becomes direct food for your art. Then your art teaches you about life.

she hurriedly wipes her eyes so that he can see the girl he wishes.

Letter writing is an excellent way of slowing down this lunatic helterskelter universe long enough to gather one’s thoughts

I was frightened to go forward, but I was even more frightened of going back.

You cannot separate art from life or spirituality. They are bound together in a single unit.

I don't think I am scared of intimacy, but I am frightened of making a mistake. offering more than I have, or expecting more than you can give. - Matt Sedon

I have loved you in every manner that my imagination could contrive. I have wanted you so deeply that my body sang with pain and pleasure. You have been my obsession, my passion, my philosophers' stone of fantasy. You are my desire, my longing, my spirit. I love you unconditionally. - Sabine Strohem

Our old experiences, memories and fears guide us down the present path. It's not so much that you are the artist you are the conduit.

in the caves of my heart, where pain taps out its rhythms and sorrow sets its loss, i am without direction.