Dreaming men are haunted men.

I had lost something in my youth and made money instead.

Money is sullen And wisdom is sly, But youth is the pollen That blows through the sky And does not ask why.

I don't think I have ever really gotten Leopold Bloom's interior ramblings out of my head! I am sure that voice continues to inspire the walking consciousness in my work - that is, the way I carry on an interior monologue as I walk through this city.

One cannot balance tragedy in the scales Unless one weighs it with the tragic heart.

It's to a younger people's advantage to work with evolving computer technologies that provide so many ways to explore the use and distribution of text, including sound, images and motion.

There's nothing compared to the history of writing about the city of New York that you get, say, in Charles Reznikoff.