There is nothing "ordinary" about reality.

Where there must be a choice, a girl will choose Daddy. Even if you are Mommy, you concede that this must be so: you remember when you were a girl, too.

celebrate while you can

I compose most of my tweets with care, as if they were aphorisms - they are not usually dashed-off. Sometimes I'm surprised by the high, poetic quality of Twitter - it lends itself to a surreal sort of self-expression.

The brain is a muscle of busy hills, the struggle of unthought things with things eternally thought.

My belief is that art should not be comforting; for comfort, we have mass entertainment and one another. Art should provoke, disturb, arouse our emotions, expand our sympathies in directions we may not anticipate and may not even wish.

Paradox: how do we know what we have failed to see because we have no language to express it, thus we cannot know that we have failed to see it.