Once you lose someone it is never exactly the same person who comes back.

Who wants to put together something that will bear some relationship to the vision or memory or experience or story or idea or dream or whatever.

It might be a bad thing, not to know what's going on in the world. I can't say I really approve of it.

The teaching is very rewarding, and very time-consuming, and very exhausting. But it's wonderful. The community here at NYU is very precious to me.

I wish I wrote more about the world at more distance from myself.

Baseball is reassuring. It makes me feel as if the world is not going to blow up.

When I quit all these things and said I didn't have any time, I meant I didn't have any time.