“There is something about the creative process… which is that you can’t talk about it. You try to think of anecdotes about it, and you try to explain, but you’re never really saying what happened… it’s a sort of happy accident.”

You sort of have to believe that, don’t you? That you had to go through all that to get to the day when something did happen.

Broadway’s not what it used to be.

Ask who wants to live to be a hundred, and the answer is the person who is ninety-nine.

And I’m kind of the end product of a collection of a really good vibe, and feeling, and creativity on the field.

A nation must be embraced, rehabilitated and expressed as a tangible sign of human creativity and as an integral element of mankinds heritage.

Being is thoughtless-beyond and beneath all categories of thought. Expression is the realization of creative thought. Being is still; expression, moving. But then if I do not strive, who will?

But I marvel when I observe these men setting themselves up as instructors of youth who cannot see that they are applying the analogy of an art with hard and fast rules to a creative process

What does the money machine eat? It eats youth, spontaneity, life, beauty, and, above all, it eats creativity. It eats quality and sh*ts quantity.

Nothing exists until or unless it is observed. An artist is making something exist by observing it. And his hope for other people is that they will also make it exist by observing it. I call it ‘creative observation.’ Creative viewing.

To live an honest, simple life, filled with creativity, joy, compassion, and a deeper, richer appreciation for the world around us.

Creativity comes from applying things you learn in other fields to the field you work in.