For a long time I was convinced that the conflict between Jewish people and black people in this country was a media event.
Which was what love was: unmotivated respect.
Lay my head on the railroad line. Train come along; pacify my mind.
We never shape the world . . . the world shapes us.
Narrative is radical, creating us at the very moment it is being created.
My home is such a powerfully imaginative place that the space is almost irrelevant. I think the house I live at on the Hudson is where I belong because it's the only place where I am that I never think about when I'm leaving.