People have too many problems during the day; they don't want to think.

Philosophy gets its ugly head into everything, but I don't think we live philosophy anymore. It's done.

One thing that's paramount in my life is that I am alone. I'm a loner. And yet I have many friends and I don't feel lonely. And I even like my own company. But when I'm alone, it's to read or write. I'm in my thoughts. Mostly I'm learning.

Pattern-finding is the purpose of the mind and the construct of the universe. There are an infinite number of patterns, some of which are known; those still unknown hold the key to unresolved enigmas and paradoxes.

Thinking has an understructure and underpinnings.

Every one of my works, when I'm looking back, becomes some kind of solution, or something to concentrate on. Something to pay attention to and maybe change direction.

I always was alone. And I'm alone today. It's fine. I have lots of friends, but not in terms of working together.