If you don't die of thirst, there are blessings in the desert. You can be pulled into limitlessness, which we all yearn for, or you can do the beauty of minutiae, the scrimshaw of tiny and precise. The sky is your ocean, and the crystal silence will uplift you like great gospel music, or Neil Young.
There are people who would rather choke than go see my movies. They write me letters all the time.
Nothing makes you more tolerant of a neighbor's noisy party than being there.

