Creation which cannot express itself becomes madness.
Introspection is a devouring monster. You have to feed it with much material, much experience, many people, many places, many loves, many creations, and then it ceases feeding on you.
The richest source of creation is feeling, followed by a vision of its meaning.
The core of creation is to summon an image and the power to work with the image.
In creation alone there is the possibility of perfection.
The monster I kill every day is the monster of realism. The monster who attacks me every day is destruction. Out of the duel comes the transformation. I turn destruction into creation over and over again.
