I suppose all we can really share with people is a taste for the same kinds of weather.

We grew up founding our dreams on the infinite promise of American advertising. I still believe that one can learn to play the piano by mail and that mud will give you a perfect complexion.

It is the loose ends with which men hang themselves.

By the time a person has achieved years adequate for choosing a direction, the die is cast and the moment has long since passed which determined the future.

And, Joey, if you ever want to know about the japonicas and the daisy fields it will be alright that you have forgotten because I will be able to tell you about how it felt to be feeling that way you cannot quite remember – that will be for the time when something happens years from now that reminds you of now.

Why should all life be work, when we all can borrow. Let's think only of today, and not worry about tomorrow.

Look closer and you'll see something extraordinary, mystifying, something real and true. We have never been what we seemed.