It is impossible to give a clear account of the world, but art can teach us to reproduce it-just as the world reproduces itself in the course of its eternal gyrations. The primordial sea indefatigably...

The degree of freedom we enjoy outwardly is a reflection of the degree of love we cultivate inwardly.

We make fiction because we are fiction … It lived us into being and it lives us still.

The son needs the father to have access to his source, and the father needs the son to have access to the future and the infinite.