Philosophy - hopeless. Yet it gives me hope.

Making is always a slightly hopeful thing because once you've made something, it'll - the world will be different.

Under the seams runs the pain.

A man moves through time. It means nothing except that, like a harpoon, once thrown he will arrive.

At least half of your mind is always thinking, I'll be leaving; this won't last. It's a good Buddhist attitude. If I were a Buddhist, this would be a great help. As it is, I'm just sad.

Time isn't made of anything. It is an abstraction. Just a meaning that we impose upon motion.

The Greek language seems different than other languages. I'm not the only person to think this. Usually, I come up with some kind of dopey metaphor for why it's different. But it seems, somehow, more original, more like being in the morning of language.