It's a dismally lonely business, writing.

Writing is one of the ways I participate in transformation.

We have not been scuffling in this waste - howling wilderness for the right to be stupid. All this waste.

When you dream, you dialogue with aspects of yourself that normally are not with you in the daytime and you discover that you know a great deal more than you thought you did.

One monkey don't stop no show. Not one, not six. The struggle continues.

Reappraise the past, re-evaluate where we've been, clarify where we are, and predict or anticipate where we are headed. . . .

I've never been convinced that experience is linear, circular, or even random. It just is. I try to put it in some kind of order to extract meaning from it, to bring meaning to it.