1/30/08

“…an interface between the world of the living and the world of the dead.”

1/27/08

“I never looked at the memorial as a wall, an object, but as an edge to the earth, an opened side.”

1/26/08

“I had a simple impulse to cut into the earth.”

1/26/08

“What I come to do
is partial, partially kept.”

1/21/08

“Time becomes the object of the works; the form dematerializes, becoming pure surface as you approach it, so that the text, the information, becomes the object.”

1/20/08

If you never do anything for anyone else
you are spared the tragedy of human relation-

ships.

1/19/08

“… I have had my vision.”

1/19/08

“He rose and stood in the bow of the boat, very straight and tall, for all the world, James thought, as if he were saying, ‘There is no God,’ and Cam thought, as if he were leaping into space, and they both rose to follow him as he sprang, lightly like a young man, holding his parcel, on to the rock.”

1/12/08

“But in them I had been, at first,
tongue.  If they speak,
I have myself, and love them.”

1/12/08

“One wanted, she thought, dipping her brush deliberately, to be on a level with ordinary experience, to feel simply that’s a chair, that’s a table, and yet at the same time, It’s a miracle, it’s an ecstasy.”