What draws us into the desert is the search for something intimate in the remote.

Men come and go, cities rise and fall, whole civilizations appear and disappear-the earth remains, slightly modified. The earth remains, and the heartbreaking beauty where there are no hearts to break....I sometimes choose to think, no doubt perversely, that man is a dream, thought an illusion, and only rock is real. Rock and sun.

There is beauty, heartbreaking beauty, everywhere.

Instant communication is not communication at all but merely a frantic, trivial, nerve-wracking bombardment of cliches, threats, fads, fashions, gibberish and advertising.

There has never been an 'original' sin: each is quite banal.

Those who fear death most are those who enjoy life least.

It is the difference between men and women, not the sameness, that creates the tension and the delight.