There are few things in the world as dangerous as sleepwalkers.

Eclecticism is the word. Like a jazz musician who creates his own style out of the styles around him, I play by ear.

America is woven of many strands. I would recognize them and let it so remain.

If the word has the potency to revive and make us free, it has also the power to bind, imprison and destroy.

That which we remember is, more often than not, that which we would like to have been; or that which we hope to be. Thus our memory and our identity are ever at odds; our history ever a tale told by inattentive idealists.

God is love, I said, but art's the possibility of forms, and shadows are the source of identity.

The thing to do is to exploit the meaning of the life you have.