Magic Becomes Art When It Has Nothing

Beware Of The Stories You Read Or Tell; Subtly, At Night, Beneath The Waters Of Consciousness, They Are Altering Your World.

We Plan Our Lives According To A Dream That Came To Us In Our Childhood, And We Find That Life Alters Our Plans. And Yet, At The End, From A Rare Height, We Also See That Our Dream Was Our Fate. It's Just That Providence Had Other Ideas As To How We Would Get There. Destiny Plans A Different Route, Or Turns The Dream Around, As If It Were A Riddle, And Fulfills The Dream In Ways We Couldn't Have Expected.

Stories Are The Secret Reservoir Of Values: Change The Stories Individuals And Nations Live By And Tell Themselves, And You Change The Individuals And Nations.

We Have Fallen Into This Very Mean Description Of Humanity. Naturalism In Fiction Is Too Reductive In Its Definition Of Human Beings.

Painters Ought To Be Mute. Speech Is The Enemy Of Expression.