The artist must be in his work as God is in creation, invisible and all-powerful; one must sense him everywhere but never see him.
“I'm just really tiny. People hate me, because I just sit. I'm eating, I'm eating, I'm eating and then I just... sit. And I don't gain a thing.”
“Sweet as sweetest Grecian honey will my song be when I sing, O Beloved, in the season of the Spring!”