Television is kind of restrictive in its directing, but it would be nice to get some chops doing TV.
Mummies are dehydrated & they long for the blood of living words.
Provided we can escape from the museums we carry around inside us, provided we can stop selling ourselves tickets to the galleries in our own skulls, we can begin to contemplate an art which re-creates the goal of the sorcerer: changing the structure of reality by the manipulation of living symbols. . . Art tells gorgeous lies that come true.
The dullard finds even wine tasteless, while the sorcerer is intoxicated by the mere sight of water.
There is no becoming, no revolution, no struggle, no path; already you're the monarch of your own skin - your inviolable freedom waits to be completed only by the love of other monarchs: a politics of dream, urgent as the blueness of sky.
The Universe wants to play. Those who refuse out of dry spiritual greed & choose pure contemplation forfeit their humanity - those who refuse out of dull anguish, those who hesitate, lose their chance at divinity - those who mold themselves blind masks of Ideas & thrash around seeking some proof of their own solidity end by seeing out of dead men's eyes.
Ten minutes in a video store should convince any impartial observer that we live in a police state of consciousness, far more pervasive than the Nazis.
If opportunity doesn't knock, build a door.
When your love contracts in anger, the atmosphere itself feels threatening. But when you’re expansive, no matter what the weather, you’re in an open, windy field with friends.
With Clinton, there's no question that I would have made fun of his out-and-out lying. But he's also a good friend.
The more I use my strength in the service of my vision the less I am afraid.