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.

I went through withdrawal when I got out of graduate school. It's what you learn, what you think. That's all that counts.

Math, it's a puzzle to me. I love figuring out puzzles.

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.

Our lives are given meaning by our actions-accomplishments made while we are "here" that extend beyond our own time.

It terrified me to have an idea that was solely mine to be no longer a part of my mind, but totally public.

Growing up, I thought I was white. It didn't occur to me I was Asian-American until I was studying abroad in Denmark and there was a little bit of prejudice.