Every Sun Casts A Shadow,

The Professional Conducts His Business In The Real World. Adversity, Injustice, Bad Hops And Rotten Calls, Even Good Breaks And Lucky Bounces All Comprise The Ground Over Which The Campaign Must Be Waged. The Field Is Level, The Professional Understands, Only In Heaven.

The More Fear We Feel About A Specific Enterprise, The More Certain We Can Be That That Enterprise Is Important To Us And To The Growth Of Our Soul.

To Labor In The Arts For Any Reason Other Than Love Is Prostitution.

The Counterfeit Innovator Is Wildly Self-confident. The Real One Is Scared To Death.

The Gnostics Believed That Exile Was The Essential Condition Of Man. Do You Agree? I Do. The Artist And The Addict Both Wrestle With This Experience Of Exile. They Share An Acute, Even Excruciating Sensitivity To The State Of Separation And Isolation, And Both Actively Seek A Way To Overcome It, To Transcend It, Or At Least To Make The Pain Go Away. What Is The Pain Of Being Human? It's The Condition Of Being Suspended Between Two Worlds And Being Unable To Fully Enter Into Either.