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

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?

Everyone I know is looking for solace, hope and a tasty snack.

My short attention span has allowed me a life of diversity in work and place.

What protects you in this world from sadness and from the loss of an ability to do something? ... Work and love.

A visit to a museum is a search for beauty, truth, and meaning in our lives. Go to museums as often as you can.

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