I begin with an image of some sort, just as if you saw something out of a window, and then went to the window to see what it was.

I like small books. I like durable books. I like plain books. I like small type and thin pages.

Not that believing such things has anything to do with whether they are true. You see that, don't you?

In searching for a way out of my own troubles, I had found my way into the troubles of others, some long gone, and now I was trying to find my way back out, through their troubles, as if we human beings can ever learn from one another.

As far as ideas about book design: I have plenty. But I also try and let people do their jobs.

It is at the heart of our human enterprise, that is to say, at the heart of society, to allow consensus a power it ought not to have.

The old man began to sing. His voice was very lovely and obviously a part of something that the world had disposed of in its haste, evidence of a grander, kinder past.