A deck of cards is built like the purest of hierarchies, with every card a master to those below it, a lackey to those above it.
Desire for gain and fear of loss burn like fire.
Myths of the heroes are cosmic creation myths in microcosm. They depict, in no matter how subtle variation, the eternal battle we wage to release the creative energies within ourselves and in the world.
Is it not the artist who - like our dreams - dissolves the pretenses that hide us from ourselves, disclosing both our self-serving fantasies and our unsuspected potentialities?
Myths of the heroes speak most eloquently of man's quest to choose life over death.
Without Satan, no Christ.
To adopt the posture of the hero is the most unheroic of all acts.
Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.
How does meaning get into the image? Where does it end? And if it ends, what is there beyond?
Writing is a way of living other lives. It is a way of expanding your life. It's not actually living a different life, it just means that you're hungry for life. There are so many things you want to do.
Busy does not equal important. Measured doesn't mean mattered.