Also minimalism is a term that all of us who share so little in common and who are lumped together as minimalists are not terribly happy with.

It seems to me that the problem with diaries, and the reason that most of them are so boring, is that every day we vacillate between examining our hangnails and speculating on cosmic order.

Clouds are poems, and the most moving poems linger on the blackboard so long, written in cursive so lovely, they also exist inside our fingertips. We never really erase them at the end of the lesson.

When I was teaching at Harvard in the 1970s, I went to Project Incorporated in Cambridge and took photography classes. I didn't even know how to aim the camera in those days.

Clichés so often befall vain people.

The admiration of another writer’s work is almost in inverse proportion to similarities in style.

the real killer was when you married the wrong person but had the right children.