We die containing a richness of lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have plunged into and swum up as if rivers of wisdom, characters we have climbed into as if trees, fears we have hidden in as if caves.
I was a truck driver in LA, going to City College, and I tried to sign up for a class in ceramics, but it was full. So I signed up for architecture. It was an accident.