The pieces I chose were based on one thing only – a gasp of delight. Isn’t that the only way to curate a life?

I don’t want to trudge up insane mountains or through war-torn lands. Just a nice stroll through the hill and dale. But now I walk everywhere in the city. Any city. You see everything you need to see in a lifetime. Every emotion. Every condition. Every fashion. Every glory.

The ability to take a walk from one point to the next point, that is half the battle won.

If you go too fast you might not notice everything. On the other hand, you don’t want to be late.

Isn’t that the only way to curate a life? To live among things that make you gasp with delight?

I read obituaries first thing in the morning. With a cup of coffee. This is NOT MORBID. Just epic. Maybe it’s a way of trying to figure out, before the day begins, what is important. And I am curious about all the little things that make up life. Little?

I like Thomas Jefferson, though he intimidated me. I thought he would have been very tough to be around. I don’t know if he had such a sense of humor.

I said, ‘Well, how much space do I have?’ And they said, ‘Well, you know, it’s the Internet.’

It’s almost impossible to reconcile the realities of how one feels during the day, hour by hour. But I approach things not cynically.

You’d have to be completely crazy not to be influenced by and take from other artists. It’s completely impossible not to.