I love you so much. I love you enough that I want to stay separate from you. You're an extraordinary man, Frank Wright. I could so easily lose myself in your world and never make a world of my own. And where would that leave us? We'd both be bored stupid.

How small we humans are. All our scrambling around, trying to buttress ourselves against death. All our efforts to insulate ourselves against uncertainty with codes of behavior and meaningless busyness.

I always use primary sources, in addition to reading biographies and other materials.

I'm like the trunk of a cactus... I take in a dose of culture and time with friends, then I retreat and go live on it for awhile until I get thirsty again.

It has always been on the written page that the world has come into focus for me.

It's wonderful to feel desired. There's a sense of power in it, really.

It's not good to live so much inside oneself. It's a self-imposed exile, really. It makes you different.