My workspace is defined by books, ephemera, quiet and light. I don't have a computer, telephone or a fax machine there.

I said, 'Well, how much space do I have?' And they said, 'Well, you know, it's the Internet.'

I like Thomas Jefferson, though he intimidated me. I thought he would have been very tough to be around. I don't know if he had such a sense of humor.

The most inspiring objects are books. I have about 5,000 volumes in my home library. It's an unending source of visuals and ideas.

It's almost impossible to reconcile the realities of how one feels during the day, hour by hour. But I approach things not cynically.

Soon enough it will be me struggling (valiantly?) to walk - lugging my stuff around. How are we all so brave as to take step after step? Day after day? How are we so optimistic, so careful not to trip and yet do trip, and then get up and say O.K. Why do I feel so sorry for everyone and so proud?

if something does go wrong, here is my advice... KEEP CALM and CARRY ON.