Leaves are verbs that conjugate the seasons.

True solace is finding none, which is to say, it is everywhere.

I like big, open, spare landscapes. There's lots of room. Nobody bothers you... I feel as if I can think there.

I designed furniture that pulled apart, folded, and broke down into neat stacks. Since arriving in California, I had moved four times and it looked as if I would move again. Was it the land running under my feet or my feet running over the land?

Am I like the optimist who, while falling ten stories from a building, says at each story, I'm all right so far?

Islands are reminders of arrivals and departures.

The truest art I would strive for in any work would be to give the page the same qualities as earth: weather would land on it harshly; light would elucidate the most difficult truths; wind would sweep away obtuse padding.