In the places that call me out, I know I'll recover my wordless childhood trust in the largeness of life and its willingness to take me in.

High fashion has the shelf life of potato salad. And when past its prime, it is similarly deadly.

It seems very safe to me to be surrounded by green growing things and water.

Do you think its possible to live without wanting to put your name on your paintings? To belong to a group so securely you don't need to rise above it?

The changes we dread most may contain our salvation.

Southern Appalachians have been ridiculed since the country began. In fiction, they're usually depicted in a cartoonish manner. The region is poor, and very suspicious of outsiders, so there's a sort of 'us versus them' situation. They're easy to poke fun at.

Sadness is more or less like a head cold - with patience, it passes. Depression is like cancer.