What I made depended on what I found on the street. At least in the beginning, my materials came from the street.

The wood was better before I cut it, than after. I did not improve it in any way.

It seems with progress you gain certain things and you lose certain things. The automobile replaced the horse and buggy but you lost all of that nice manure.

We don't have a single point of view for a road at all, except a moving one, moving along it.

The world is imperfect, and young people are always trying to perfect it and they always fail - which is a good thing. Who'd want to live in a perfect world?

What do little kids do? They crawl on the floor and they build with blocks. I just continued to do that for the rest of my life.

The girls you picked up from the bars were not the girls you took home to mother.