Before a secret is told, one can often feel the weight of it in the atmosphere.

Yes we are devilish; that is true we cackle. Yes we are dark like the soil and wild like the animals. And we turn to each other and stare into this darkness. We find it beautiful. We find this darkness irresistible. We cease all hiding.

Philosophy means nothing unless it is connected to birth, death, and the continuance of life. Anytime you are going to build a society that works, you have to begin from nature and the body.

We keep secrets from ourselves that all along we know.

I think artists can go to a level of vision that can often save us from a situation which seems to have no solution whatsoever.

I am not so different in my history of abandonment from anyone else after all. We have all been split away from the earth, each other, ourselves.

It is a grief over the fate of the Earth that contains within it a joyful hope, that we might reclaim this Earth.