Eating is our earliest metaphor, preceding our consciousness of gender difference, race, nationality, and language. We eat before we talk.

The facts of this world seen clearly are seen through tears.

Amazing how the heart clutches at anything familiar, whimpering Mine!Mine!

The future of the codex book, with pages and so forth? A platform for transmitting narratives. There are others.

Whatever the scientists may come up with, writers and artists will continue to portray altered mental states, simply because few aspects of our nature fascinate people so much. The so-called mad person will always represent a possible future for every member of the audience - who knows when such a malady may strike?

I'm a person of whim, and easily distracted. I don't like multitasking. When I'm doing one thing, I like to do just that thing.

I’m not sure which is worse: intense feeling, or the absence of it.