Perhaps Art Is A Quest

I Remember From My Father's Funeral That The Minister Kept Using A Metaphor About Life Of A Prism. And I Took That Away Like A Cherished Image.

The Individuals Inside Are Frequently Fighting That Their Individual Voices Be Heard, While The Walls Of The Place, Which Are The Mask, And The Perception, Are Reluctant To Give Over To The Voices Of The Individuals. Those In The Margins Are Always Trying To Get To The Center, And Those At The Center, Frequently In The Name Of Tradition, Are Trying To Keep The Margins At A Distance. Part Of The Identity Of A Place Is The Tension Between Those In The Margins, And Those In The Center, And They All Live Behind The Walls Which Wear The Tradition.

Learning Is A Tunnel Experience That Makes Us Think More Broadly.

I Don't Talk A Lot When I Interview. My Job Is To Get Out Of The Way.

I Call The Language Of Political Figures, Pundits And Administrators "the Haute Couture Of Language."