If you repeat something, it can become pointless. Some things can repeat and be endlessly fascinating.

We often forget that WE ARE NATURE. Nature is not something separate from us. So when we say that we have lost our connection to nature, we’ve lost our connection to ourselves.

My sculpture can last for days or a few seconds - what is important to me is the experience of making. I leave all my work outside and often return to watch it decay.

There is life in a stone. Any stone that sits in a field or lies on a beach takes on the memory of that place. You can feel that stones have witnessed so many things.

Snow provokes responses that reach right back to childhood.

Time gives growth, it gives continuity and it gives change. And in the case of some sculptures, time gives a patina to them.

Nature, for me is raw and dangerous and difficult and beautiful and unnerving.

I think that any sculpture is a response to its environment. It can be brought to life or put to sleep by the environment.

You must have something new in a landscape as well as something old, something that's dying and something that's being born.

When I make a work, I often take it to the very edge of its collapse, and that's a very beautiful balance.

People also leave presence in a place even when they are no longer there.

... that kind of patriotism which consists in hating all other nations ...

Today is the day you can wipe away all those regrets you've been carrying around for far too long. Today is the day that you can put your past in your past, and let God directs your future.

I don't compose. I assemble materials.

Circumstances may appear to wreck our lives and God’s plans, but God is not helpless among the ruins.

If ever again our nation stumbles upon unfunded paper, it shall surely be like death to our body politic. This country will crash.

You cannot change any society unless you take responsibility for it, unless you see yourself as belonging to it and responsible for changing it.

I hate all bungling as I do sin, but particularly bungling in politics, which leads to the misery and ruin of many thousands and millions of people.

There are two things that one must get used to or one will find life unendurable: the damages of time and injustices of men.

He raged for hours. And the skeleton, ever the frail and solelmn philosopher, hung quietly inside, saying not a word, suspended like a delicate insect within a chrysalis, waiting and waiting.

Most of us live our whole lives without having an adventure to call our own.