I'm not sure what theory is, unless it's the pursuit of fundamental questions.

The self is an oral society in which the present is constantly running a dialogue with the past and the future inside of one skin.

Children frequently sing meaningful phrases to themselves over and over again before they learn to make a distinction between singing and saying.

I was trying to find out what it was that everybody else understood without giving up my stubborn and hard-won lack of understanding.

The Sophists' paradoxical talk pieces and their public debates were entertainment in 5th century Greece. And in that world, Socrates was an entertainer.

I didn't think about whether I was writing poems. I was thinking. And the more I was thinking, the more there was I didn't understand.

It's hard being a hostage in somebody else's mouth - or a character in somebody else's novel.