We still and always want waking.

We are here to bring to consciousness the beauty and power that are around us and to praise the people who are here with us.

Self-consciousness is the curse of the city and all that sophistication implies.

Doing something does not require discipline. It creates its own discipline - with a little help from caffeine.

Writers serve as the memory of a people. They chew over our public past.

Write about winter in the summer. Describe Norway as Ibsen did, from a desk in Italy; describe Dublin as James Joyce did, from a desk in Paris. Willa Cather wrote her prairie novels in New York City; Mark Twain wrote Huckleberry Finn in Hartford, Connecticut. Recently, scholars learned that Walt Whitman rarely left his room.

There must be bands of enthusiasts for everything on earth-fanatics who shared a vocabulary, a batch of technical skills and equipment, and, perhaps, a vision of some single slice of the beauty and mystery of things, of their complexity, fascination, and unexpectedness.