It is coincidence, I decide, and I am getting old and batty, thinking the universe revolves around me..

Let's just say, the American school of suburban angst is not my cup of tea..

Just as a snowflakewent on to feed a puddle that filled a stream and then the river, thepumpkin patch is a gathering of molecules from my old goats, ….

From the time I was little, I'd been kind of freaked out by the whole deal with large groups of people. And even moderate - sized groups of people. I….

He must love me, i thought, amazed. A faint whiff of nausea hit me at seeing pain as proof of love, but it seemed true. Unavoidable..

I do not plan any painting, but begin with layers of textures and colors. As I layer the colors, something is suggested to me from within, and that i….

My perception of the human animal is as an extremely dangerous predator. That's who I perceive us to be as a species. Maybe the most dangerous predat….

I come from a family of great readers and storytellers..

In my next life, I plan to be a more respectable creature. For now, this is what is given to us. So I don't know - I think we're all freaks at heart.….

Were also far enough from the publishing power that we have no access to the politics of publishing, although there are interpersonal politics, of co….

Freedom within any kind of social structure - the whole issue of exactly what the human animal is - is an ongoing preoccupation of mine. And I certai….

My paintings are reflections of my own inner mysteries... they all reflect my relationship to my steadiest of companions and muses - nature and anima….

In our struggle to restrain the violence and contain the damage, we tend to forget that the human capacity for aggression is more than a monstrous de….

A carnival in daylight is an unfinished beast, anyway. Rain makes it a ghost. The wheezing music from the empty, motionless rides in a soggy, rained-….

Within a social structure, a familial structure, or a cultural structure of various kinds, there is a substitute for actual freedom. I mean, actual f….

I am here, come closer," the old donkey said with her eyes. "I will mother you..

How deep and sticky is the darkness of childhood, how rigid the blades of infant evil, which is unadulterated, unrestrained by the convenient cushion….

I think genetic research is a fascinating and fertile area..

We survive until, by sheer stamina, we escape into the dim innocence of our own adulthood and its forgetfulness..

Sometimes just looking at [my parents] I wanted to bash their heads with a tire iron. Not to kill them, just to wake them up..

Oh, of course, I always feel unconfident..