David Woodard

Initially I observed, in sweeping, panoramic vision, a perpetually metamorphosing Persian rug. A few minutes later these patterns segued into cinematic images from childhood—it was kind of like watching home movies.

— David Woodard

I immediately recognized the nearly finished score as incidental music destined by an unlikely congress of muses, including the pre-ghost of Jack Kevorkian, to accompany the death of Tim McVeigh, as his inexplicable circumstances resoundingly invoke the symbols, shapes and numbers found on these pages.

— David Woodard

It is inappropriate to have Tim listening to the triangle and then have a deejay come on and . . . go into Radiohead or something.

— David Woodard

With the reopening of the school and church, and the building of an opera house, the spirit of these people would have a new light. I think it would please me to see a light at the end of the tunnel after 125 years.

— David Woodard

A bride burns her bridges, having fallen in love, and drowns in marriage.

— David Woodard

The Master Great Cultural Figure cannot be communicated with, at all.

— David Woodard

Germs have no morals whatsoever in their instinctual drive to defeat other germs.

— David Woodard

The secret is the secret. Sincerity is the word.

— David Woodard

Unless I am dashing off a snippy reply to a stalker (for instance), my correspondence tends to strive for the spirit of Nietzsche’s gangasrotogati.

— David Woodard

I think I can understand El Serruchito’s dismay. Imagine troubling yourself to attend some infant’s funeral, only to find dashed your modest poetic hopes.

— David Woodard

The Italian Nerd does not exist (Nerd in the style of Gary Numan and Kraftwerk, of The Feelies and Devo). The Italian male does not feel / recognize the relevance of nerddom. This was felt at the Milan airport as a patrician black-clad gentleman moved the croissant into his mouth with gusto. The nerds, or what was left of them, were offered American coffee.

— David Woodard