I was raised by and have raised people who regard telling one story when two would do as a sign someone is not really trying.

Styles, like everything else, change. Style doesn't.

Only dead fish swim with the stream all of the time.

We plant a tree that won't be big enough to climb until we're too old to climb trees, we write constitutions to protect the rights of people who won't be born for another hundred years and may not be worth the trouble anyway, and we try to take care of our sick, though we all suffer from a disease for which there is no cure and no hope for one. We will not last and we know we will not - and still we write, carve, build, paint and plant to last. We are, it seems to me, very, very brave.

Like Nietzsche, I believe that without music, life would be a mistake. Nothing but silence says it better.

Just because it's a rat race doesn't mean it's okay to be a rat.

How is it that so often . . . I get the feeling I've worked hard to learn something I already know, or knew, once.