I don't think life is absurd. I think we are all here for a huge purpose. I think we shrink from the immensity of the purpose we are here for.

I think it's bad to talk about one's present work, for it spoils something at the root of the creative act. It discharges the tension.

Culture's worth huge, huge risks. Without culture we're all totalitarian beasts.

I think that it is expansive for the mind, for the fantasy of children and grownups alike, to understand that the world is huge. There is so much in the world to experience, and the odds are so essential to life.

People move forward into the future out of the way they comprehend the past. When we don't understand something in our past, we are therefore crippled.

We can never know for certain where our prayers are likely to go, nor from whom the answers will come. Just when we think we are at our nearest to God, we could be assisting the Devil.