My Father Was Very Big

I Have A Kind Of Respect - A Worshipful Attitude, Even - For Nature And The Natural Order And The Cosmos And The Seasons.

We Suffer Pain, We Hang Tight To Hope, We Nurture Expectations, We Are Plagued Occasionally By Fears, We Are Haunted By Defeats And Unrealized Hopes . . . The Hoplessness Of Which I Speak Is Not Limited.

Every New Fashion Is A Form Of Rebellion.

My Father Was The Quintessential Husband And Dad.

I Had Chosen To Use My Work As A Reflection Of My Values.