By nature, I am a materialist... It is exactly these impingements upon our sense of touch and so forth that I'm interested in.

We're still going back and forth.

The only thing almost all people don’t understand is something whose monetary benefits they don’t find it coming in their pockets or hand.

It can't be Nature, for it is not sense.

We weren't exactly consistent with our touches on the ball. Every touch we had the ball would bounce 4 or 5 feet away, and you just can't maintain possession that way.

Symbolic of life, hair bolts from our head[s]. Like the earth, it can be harvested, but it will rise again. We can change its color and texture when the mood strikes us, but in time it will return to its original form, just as Nature will in time turn our precisely laid-out cities into a weed-way.