• "Sometimes life is merely a matter of coffee and whatever intimacy a cup of coffee affords."
• "Finding is losing something else. I think about, perhaps even mourn, what I lost to find this."
• "I'm haunted a little this evening by feelings that have no vocabulary and events that should be explained in dimensions of lint rather than words."
• "I've been examining half-scraps of my childhood. They are pieces of distant life that have no form or meaning. They are things that just happened like lint."
• "The bookstore was a parking lot for used graveyards. Thousands of graveyards were parked in rows like cars. Most of the books were out of print, and no one wanted to read them any more and the people who had read the books had died or forgotten about them, but through the organic process of music the books had become virgins again."
• "It's so nice to wake up in the morning and not have to tell someone you love them when you don't love them anymore."
• "I'm in a constant process of thinking about things."
• "I'll tell you about it because I am here and you are distant."

- R B