Cousin, The Days Of Gods

Resistance Cannot Be Seen, Touched, Heard, Or Smelled. But It Can Be Felt.

The Kabbalah Describes Angels As Bundles Of Light, Meaning Intelligence, Consciousness. Kabbalists Believe That Above Every Blade Of Grass Is An Angel Crying "grow! Grow!" ... I Believe That Above The Entire Human Race Is One Super-angel, Crying "evolve! Evolve!"

The Artist Must Be Like That Marine. He Has To Know How To Be Miserable. He Has To Love Being Miserable. He Has To Take Pride In Being More Miserable Than Any Soldier Or Swabbie Or Jet Jockey. Because This Is War, Baby. And War Is Hell.

The Problem I've Always Discovered In My Own Work When This Kind Of Thing Happens When You Hit The Wall Is There's Almost Always A Reason. You've Almost Always Made A Mistake In The Initial Conception Of The Project. You Misapprehended Something Or You Thought Something Would Work And Now You're Three Quarters On The Way Through And You See That It Doesn't Work.

One Thing I've Found In Any Project Is Almost Universally About Three Quarters Of The Way Through - Or Maybe A Little Father, Maybe Seventh Eighths On The Way Through - Any Project Will Explode.