My position is that since the non-secular status of my garden is not recognised by the law; by the world of the public, then the garden can only be private. So, I closed the garden to the public.

Certain gardens are described as retreats when they are really attacks.

The present order is the disorder of the future.

I came to these mediums through having the garden, and of course, people who have designed gardens have always worked in collaboration, and never made their own inscriptions.

People have always found me challenging - I don't know why, when I am only being myself. I don't understand why they find me so annoying but they do. It is pity, but that is how it is.

I am always a beginner. I only try to include different parts of life; the pastoral, the tragic, et cetera.

As a friendly one. I would still like to write concrete poems, but I can only do it sometimes.

Little Sparta is a garden in the traditional sense. It is perhaps not like other modern gardens, but I think that other times would have had no difficulty with it.

What you compose with is neither here nor there, you compose with words, or you compose with stone plants and trees, or you compose with events; the Sheriff's officer, or whatever.

No, I don't make my work in order to challenge or confuse other people's expectations - I only do what I find natural.

But at the beginning it was clear to me that concrete poetry was peculiarly suited for using in public settings. This was my idea, but of course I never really much got the chance to do it.

Only the strong soul can accept the truth.

When people like the path you walk and the style you walk in that path, they will start following you!

The ability to seize initiative is the most essential quality of any truly successful manager.

My goal has been to encourage jointness, to push people to think of affiliations rather than to operate as solo entrepreneurs.

The golden thread of reason that used to be stretched taut to mark the boundary between the known and the unknown is now routinely disrespected.

The game Rock Band has been haunting me like a bad ring tone. It gets stuck in my head and momentarily effaces all that I love about music.

There is something addictive about secrets.

Being a rock star is really a 24-hour-a-day job, and you really can't escape it.

Every genuine confession humbles the soul. When it takes the form of thanksgiving, it teaches the soul that it has been delivered by the grace of God.

I hate flying, flat out hate its guts.