How many small decisions accumulate to form a habit? What a multitude of decisions, made by others, in other times, must shape our lives now.

I know I am made from this earth, as my mother's hands were made from this earth, as her dreams came from this earth and all that I know, I know in this earth, the body of the bird, this pen, this paper, these hands, this tongue speaking, all that I know speaks to me through this earth.

Society, like nature, is one body, really.

War starts in the mind, not in the body.

Telling a story of illness, one pulls a thread through a narrow opening flanked on one side by shame and the other by trivia.

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.

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.