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

One is taught by experience to put a premium on those few people who can appreciate you for what you are.

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?

The characters that I create are parts of myself and I send them on little missions to find out what I don’t know yet.

Learning when 'enough is enough' is the discipline of a lifetime.

The best antidote I have found is to yearn for something. As long as you yearn, you can't congeal: There is a forward motion to yearning.

Who wanted to creep along in comfort when there was one chance in a thousand of flying?