I want all my senses engaged. Let me absorb the world's variety and uniqueness.
Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.
Poetry helps my soul escape its encasement.
This is what I am learning, at 82 years old: the main thing is to be in love with the search for truth.
Talent is like electricity. We don't understand electricity. We use it.
Effective action is always unjust.