..to change something you do not understand is the true nature of evil.

Islands are metaphors of the heart, no matter what poet says otherwise.

If we make anything that lasts, it outlives us.

The pain is when the dreams change, as they do, as they must.

No. Take the heart first. Then you don't feel the cold so much. The pain so much. With the heart gone, there's no reason to stay your hand. Your eyes can look on death and not tremble. It's the heart that betrays us, makes us weep, makes us bury our friends when we should be marching ahead. It's the heart that sickens us at night and makes us hate who we are. It's the heart that sings old songs and brings memories of warm days.

Sometimes we forget that if we do not encourage new work now, we will lose all touch with the work of the past we claim to love. If art is not living in a continuous present, it is living in a museum, only those working now can complete the circuit between the past, present and future energies we call art.

I want to get to the end and feel that I've done all I could, given the limitations and given the opportunities.