The eye is always caught by light, but shadows have more to say.

My first job was scooping ice cream at Friendly's in Albany, New York. I hated the work, most of my colleagues, and the uniform, and I more or less lost my taste for ice cream permanently.

The future reshapes the memory of the past in the way it recalibrates significance; some episodes are advanced, others lose purchase.

When I write a book, I write very cleanly from page one to the last page. I hardly ever write out of sequence.

Light will blind us in time, but what we learn in the dark can see us through.

Why lock yourself in your own cage when someone is handing you a key?

Only he with the hobbled foot fully knows the beauty of running. Only he with the severed ear can apprehend what the sweetest music must sound like. Our ailments complete us.