The desert is a spiritual place, we vaguely understand, and the sea the mere playground of our hedonism.

Wherever I went I felt like the last person awake in a room full of sleepers

It's funny, but you never really think much about breathing. Until it's all you ever think about.

I came home at dusk with my ears ringing from the quiet.

We are all part of that global traffic and I think that the effort to make yourself understood and to be not a problem for anyone or to hide your own particuarly is a mistake. I think people will and do value individuality.

There is nowhere else I'd rather be, nothing else I would prefer to be doing. I am at the beach looking west with the continent behind me as the sun tracks down to the sea. I have my bearings.

I eat green ants often enough. They are wonderful. The trick is to squash them before you eat them, otherwise they bite your tongue and it ruins the experience.