How do we remember to remember?  That's a question I've asked myself often since my time on Duma Key, often in the small hours of the morning, looking up into the absence of light, remembering absent friends.  Sometimes in those little hours I think about the horizon.  You have to establish the horizon.  You have to mark the white.  A simple enough act, you might say, but any act that re-makes the world is heroic.  Or so I've come to believe. ~~as stated by Edgar in 'Duma Key'

"You need hedges.""Hedges," I said, bemused.  "Yes, Edgar." He looked surprised and a little disappointed, as if I had failed to understand a very simple concept.  "Hedges against the night."(in conversation btwn Edgar and his Dr.)

I looked at the ceiling and wished this life was over.  This unhappy life that had started out so confidently.  I thought I would sleep no more that night but eventually I did.  In the end we always wear out our worries.That's what Wireman says.  (as the character Edgar from 'Duma Key')

Remember that the truth is in the details.  No matter how you see the world or what style it imposes on your work as an artist, the truth is in the details.  Of course the devil's there, too--everyone says so--but maybe truth and the devil are words for the same thing.  It could be you know.