Actors between plays are like ghosts looking for bodies to inhabit.

The more you respect and focus on the singular and the strange, the more you become aware of the universal and infinite.

Hope does not necessarily have to take an object.

Much of the activity we think of as writing is, actually, getting ready to write.

None of us suddenly becomes something overnight. The preparations have been in the making for lifetime.

I believe that with enough practice and good faith, you can learn to recognize when the work is achieved.

What did a few ripples in the flesh matter when, all too soon, now or later, that flesh would be making its return journey to dust?