Luck, like a Russian car, generally only works if you push it.

Everything is out there if you know how to find it, and have the patience. I don't and haven't, but that's my problem.

Poetry is one of the few nasty childhood habits I've managed to grow out of.

New technology is useful, but it's inefficient and ugly it knows it'll be obsolete by lunchtime tomorrow, so it has no incentive to be anything else.