Nothing is ever guaranteed, and all that came before doesn't predicate what you might do next.

I though about what death is, what a loss is. A sharp pain that lessens with time, but can never quite heal over. A scar. The idea occurred to me there on the site. Take a knife and cut open the earth, and with time the grass would heal it. As if you cut open the rock and polished it.

Some of your teachers are actually closer in age to you than you think.

I didn't have anyone to play with so I made up my own world.

If we forget what used to be, then we’ve lost an ability to really be sensitive to our surroundings.

The only thing that mattered was what you were to do in life, and it wasn't about money. It was about teaching, or learning.

I'm as much interested in the form-making as well as getting you to think about what we're doing to the world around us.