Now that I am sixty, I see why the idea of elder wisdom has passed from currency.

As I get older, my childhood self becomes more accessible to me, but selectively, in images as stylized and suspect as moments remembered from a novel read years ago.

Natural beauty is essentially temporary and sad, hence the impression of obscene mockery which artificial flowers give us.

Photography is the first art wherein the tool does most of the work.

In a country this large and a language even larger ... there ought to be a living for somebody who cares and wants to entertain and instruct a reader.

I have never believed that one should wait until one is inspired because I think the pleasures of not writing are so great that if you ever start indulging them you will never write again.

I imagine most of that stuff on the information highway is roadkill anyway.