Silence was the first prayer I learned to trust.
Planes are my foxhole. I'm always on my knees in them.
I don't write about what I know: I write in order to find out what I know.
Poverty didn't necessarily engender an envy of wealth; sometimes it might beget a passion for decency.
You can’t put much on paper before you betray your secret self, try as you will to keep things civil.
The artist's work, it is sometimes said, is to celebrate. But really that is not so; it is to express wonder. And something terrible resides at the heart of wonder. Celebration is social, amenable. Wonder has a chaotic splendor.