The way we live our days, is the way we live our lives.

Art is like an ill-trained Labrador retriever that drags you out into traffic.

Make connections; let rip; and dance where you can.

I breathed the air of history all unaware, and walked oblivious through its littered layers.

The silence is all there is. It is the alpha and the omega, it is God's brooding over the face of the waters; it is the blinded note of the ten thousand things, the whine of wings. You take a step in the right direction to pray to this silence, and even to address the prayer to "World." Distinctions blur. Quit your tents. Pray without ceasing.

The novel is a game or joke shared between author and reader.

When I walk with a camera, I walk from shot to shot, reading the light on a calibrated meter. When I walk without a camera, my own shutter opens, and the moment's light prints on my own silver gut. When I see this second way I am above all an unscrupulous observer.