I was an omnivore at reading, so that everything I ever read contributed.

I thought that automobiles were going to have mufflers and go fast and airplanes were going to fly fast.

Mischief moves somewhere near and I must blast it with my magic.

I was a carpenter for a time and everybody watches what you do.

This is no science, this is art, where equations fall away to elements like resolving chords, and where always prevails a symmetry either explicit or multiplex, but always of a crystalline serenity.

Since we are not permitted to act, we are obliged to know.

But I'm so slow on it because I find it terribly hard writing blind on computers. The computer speaks to me, but it's just so slow, I'm so terribly slow using it.