I Ain't Got Time To

If We Never Arrived Anywhere, It Did Not Matter. Between That Earth And That Sky I Felt Erased, Blotted Out. I Did Not Say My Prayers That Night: Here, I Felt What Would Be Would Be.

Where There Is Great Love There Are Always Miracles.

Every Artist Makes Himself Born. It Is Very Much Harder Than The Other Time, And Longer.

Art, It Seems To Me, Should Simplify.

Money Is A Protection, A Cloak; It Can Buy One Quiet, And Some Sort Of Dignity.