By the age of forty, a man is responsible for his face. And his fate.

When the biggest, richest, glassiest buildings in town are the banks, you know that town's in trouble.

One thing worse than self-hatred is chiggers.

I find more and more, as I grow older, that I prefer women to men, children to adults, animals to humans.... And rocks to living things? No, I'm not that old yet.

We are preoccupied with time. If we could learn to love space as deeply as we are now obsessed with time, we might discover a new meaning in the phrase to live like men.

In the American Southwest, I began a lifelong love affair with a pile of rock.

In the world of words, one of my best-loved tribes is the diatribe.