I’d been listening to men talk since I arrived in New York City. That’s what men like to do. Talk. Profess like experts. When one finally came along who didn’t say much, I listened.

I was doing that thing the infatuated do, stitching destiny onto the person we want stitched to us.

A funny thing about women and machines: the combination made men curious. They seemed to think it had something to do with them.

If your parents died suddenly, Sandro understood, your home was wherever you were, and now you were from nowhere. Your parents were your provenance. Dead, you had no provenance.

What happens slowly carries in each part the possibility of returning to what came before. In an accident everything is simultaneous, sudden, irreversible. It means this: no going back.

A forced contemplation of the heavens, crisp and angelic blue, a classic prelude to death.

Gloria was still talking, something about how shooting people was in a sense safer than making art, in terms of avoiding serious lapses in taste.

Doing the best at this moment puts you in the best place for the mext moment

If you're not happy with yourself, how can you even begin to figure out if another person makes you happy, annoyed, angry, sad and so on.

It seems I can go from elated, embarrassed, angry, and back to embarrassed in four comments flat.

Are you brave enough to live your DASH: birth year – death year?

Here's the thing, back in the day, a lot of guys would make fun of me, that I would sing and dance, that I was a cheerleader. But I kept my head on straight. I had goals.

Governments are moved by numbers, and the greater the number of people who admit that they believe, the greater the likelihood that the secret - if there is one being kept - will be revealed.

So we have progressed to the point where we can move politicians around faster than light. I'm not sure I see the advantage.

Indians are marvelous storytellers. In some ways, that oral tradition is stronger than the written tradition.

The Winnipeg Art Gallery has a good collection of Inuit art, and most of what I've seen I've seen there or in the few books I have. I should spend more time researching.

Men are mortal, but ideas are immortal.