The heart never forgets, never gives up, the territory marked off for those who came before.

And I remember most of what I know that is good and true and lasting has come not from scholars but from minstrels and gypsies.

An inherent kindness exists in the process of aging ... we are allowed to move along gradually.

I sometimes have the feeling you've been here a long time, more than one lifetime, and that you've dwelt in private places none of the rest of us has even dreamed about.

Sometime I'm going to do an essay called 'The Virtues of Amateurism' for all of those people who wish they earned their living in the arts. The market kills more artistic people than anything else. It's a world of safety out there, for most people. They want safety, the magazines and manufacturers give them safety, give them homogeneity, give them the familiar and comfortable, don't challenge them.

The heart never forgets, never gives up, the territory marked off for those who came before.

Analysis destroys wholes. Some things, magic things, are meant to stay whole. If you look at their pieces, they go away.