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.

When a marriage ends, who is left to understand it?

Night comes to the desert all at once, as if someone turned off the light.

The first sentence cant be written until the final sentence is written.

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.

Art is a means of memorialization of the past, a record of a rapidly vanishing world; a means of exorcising, at least temporarily, the ravages of homesickness. To speak of 'what is past, or passing or to come'-in the most meticulous language thereby to assure its permanence; to honor those we've loved and learned from and must outlive.

There is nothing "ordinary" about reality.