My own movement of thought is not meant to be a straight point-to-point, linear line of march, but horizontal exploration from one area of interest to another. There is no ultimate destination - no finish line to cross, no final conclusion to be reached. It's the way I feel about dancing - you move around a lot, not to get somewhere, but to be somewhere in time.
All of these are names given me by other people, but not names I would have given myself. My name is not mine, it's theirs. It's a series of costumes put on my life by other people.
Robert Fulghum (1937 -)
Source: Maybe (Maybe Not) (Maybe Not : Second Thoughts from a Secret Life), Pages: 35
The name is not important anymore - it's the tone that counts. I feel like an old dog I know. He will come to any name you call him, just so long as your demeanor carries with it the promise of affection and food
Robert Fulghum (1937 -)
Source: Maybe (Maybe Not) (Maybe Not : Second Thoughts from a Secret Life), Pages: 36
An artists job is to see. And to go out in the world and see it firsthand, just as it is; to report with line and words what is seen. To be in the world, not just study about the world, that is the artists task
Robert Fulghum (1937 -)
Source: Maybe (Maybe Not) (Maybe Not : Second Thoughts from a Secret Life), Pages: 51
I believe imagination is stronger than knowledge - that myth is more potent than history. I believe that dreams are more powerful than facts - That hope always triumphs over experience - That laughter is the only cure for grief. And I believe that love is stronger than death.
Robert Fulghum (1937 -)
Source: It Was On Fire When I Lay Down On It, Pages: preface
Never, ever, regret or apologize for believing that when one man or one woman decides to risk addressing the world with truth, the world may stop what it is doing and hear. There is too much evidence to the contrary. When we cease believing this, the music will surely stop. The myth of the impossible dream is more powerful than all the facts of history.
Robert Fulghum (1937 -)
Source: Maybe (Maybe Not) (Maybe Not : Second Thoughts from a Secret Life), Pages: 228