The city is a living thing, always changing, always the same.

A Book of Verses underneath the Bough, A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread—and Thou Beside me singing in the Wilderness— Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow!

I don’t focus on the score, I focus on the process.

The most powerful weapon on earth is the human soul on fire.

Every book is a journey, and every journey is a book.