When we cast our love into the sea of human emotion, sometimes what we catch is in fate’s hands.
I never asked to be a fisherman in such a sea as this.

“Where is the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing? They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow; The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow.”

Daniel Tiger is grey today because I believe that it is fair-use for an artist to build on work from the past. We used to have a culture in this country of using the past to build the future, a culture that has scared big business since the beginning and is increasingly being legally attacked. […]

My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night; But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends- It gives a lovely light!
- from ‘Fist Fig’ (1920)