The knowledge that we have about what it is to be human that we have as a child is something we necessarily must lose.

Ideals jump across the hierarchies of the printed word.

Just letting it out is one of the definitions of bad art.

The more my work improves or broadens or widens, the more surely I tame myself.

Words themselves - the very material of our discourse increasingly take on masks or disguises

As adults, we do know more, but we don't know enough. People can be very unthinkingly callous.

The trouble with words is that you never know whose mouths they've been in.