What any true painting touches is an absence - an absence of which without the painting, we might be unaware. And that would be our loss.

Fanaticism comes from any form of chosen blindness accompanying the pursuit of a single dogma.

Do you know the legend about cicadas? They say they are the souls of poets who cannot keep quiet because, when they were alive, they never wrote the poems they wanted to.

When we read a story, we inhabit it. The covers of the book are like a roof and four walls.

All weddings are similar, but every marriage is different.

The envied are like bureaucrats; the more impersonal they are, the greater the illusion (for themselves and for others) of their power.

That we find a crystal or a poppy beautiful means that we are less alone, that we are more deeply inserted into existence than the course of a single life would lead us to believe.