The stars know everything, So we try to read their minds. As distant as they are, We choose to whisper in their presence.

If the sky falls they shall have clouds for supper.

There are people who live inside their heads and their intellects. It's something one is born with and stuck with. It's not something you make a decision about.

Silence is the only language god speaks.

In their effort to divorce language and experience, deconstructionist critics remind me of middle-class parents who do not allow their children to play in the street.

The stars know everything, So we try to read their minds. As distant as they are, We choose to whisper in their presence.

Making art in America is about saving one's soul.