You always find things you didn't know you were going to say, and that is the adventure.

When I write, I aim in my mind not toward New York but toward a vague spot a little to the east of Kansas.

Figure out where you're going before you go there: he was told that a long time ago.

It skims in through the eye, and by means of the utterly delicate retina hurls shadows like insect legs inward for translation. Then an immense space opens up in silence and an endlessly fecund sub-universe the writer descends, and asks the reader to descend after him, not merely to gain instructions but also to experience delight, the delight of mind freed from matter and exultant in the strength it has stolen from matter.

Faith is not so much a binary pole as a quantum state, which tends to indeterminacy when closely examined.

That a marriage ends is less than ideal; but all things end under heaven, and if temporality is held to be invalidating, then nothing real succeeds.

The educational aspect of art shows has become overbearing: some of exhibits can leave you bleary from trying to read the walls. Presumably a piece of art is timeless and it can say something to us. You are taking away the right of art to talk for itself.