It is the function of art to renew our perception. What we are familiar with we cease to see. The writer shakes up the familiar scene and as if by magic we see a new meaning in it.

I'm afraid that if you look at a thing long enough it loses all of its meaning.

But I feel truly wowed by the architecture and the meaning of the architecture if you get lost in it and think about the man hours in the smallest little chapel and the love involved. God it's fantastic.

To provide meaningful architecture is not to parody history but to articulate it.

Anger elicits anger fear elicits fear no matter how well meaning we may be.

To talk about balance it's easier to talk about what's out of balance. And I think anytime that you have any disease and disease meaning lack of ease lack of flow... dis-ease. So any time there's disease you're out of balance whether it's jealousy anger greed anxiety fear.

When the shriveled skin of the ordinary is stuffed out with meaning it satisfies the senses amazingly.

I have never been able to grasp the meaning of time. I don't believe it exists. I've felt this again and again when alone and out in nature. On such occasions time does not exist. Nor does the future exist.

Probably only an art-worlder like me could assign deeper meaning to something as simple and silly as Tebowing. But to us anytime people repeat a stance or a little dance alone or together we see that it can mean something. Imagistic and unspoken language is our thing.

Love is our true destiny. We do not find the meaning of life by ourselves alone - we find it with another.