Far more frightening than the thought of dying was the experience of erasure already occurring in my life. My fear of becoming someone who did not count.

The hard surface of the stone is impervious to nothing in the end. The heat of the sun leaves evidence of daylight. Each drop of rain changes the form; even the wind and the air itself, invisible to our eyes, etches its presence. … All history is taken in by stones.

There is always a time to make right what is wrong.

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.

Every time I deny myself I commit a kind of suicide.

Even in the grimmest of circumstances, a shift in perspective can create startling change.

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.