How undisturbed, the sleep of the foolish.

People have told me that everything about me, every facet of my life, psyche, experiences, dreams, and fears, are laid out explicitly in my writing, that from the corpus of my work I can be absolutely and precisely inferred. This is true.

This is a mournful discovery. 1)Those who agree with you are insane 2)Those who do not agree with you are in power.

That is the artist's job: take mineral rock from dark silent earth, transform it into shining light-reflecting form from sky.

Everything in life is just for a while.

There is no route out of the maze. The maze shifts as you move through it, because it is alive.

In Washington and Moscow they are saying, 'Man has finally come of age; he doesn't need paternalistic help.' Which is another way of saying, 'We have abolished that help, and in its place we will rule,' offering no help at all: taking but not giving, ruling but not obeying, telling but not listening, taking life and not giving it. The slayers govern now, without interference; the dreams of mankind have become empty.