I remember, in the winter of our first experiments, just seven years ago, looking on snow with new eyes.

I have not yet lost a feeling of wonder, and of delight, that this delicate motion should reside in all the things around us, revealing itself only to him who looks for it. I remember, in the winter of our first experiments, just seven years ago, looking on snow with new eyes. There the snow lay around my doorstep — great heaps of protons quietly precessing in the earth's magnetic field. To see the world for a moment as something rich and strange is the private reward of many a discovery.

The voyage of discovery is not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes.

I remember my comic strips being called 'new wave.' It bugged me.

The blast that swept him came off New Hampshire snow-fields and ice-hung forests. It seemed to have traversed interminable leagues of frozen silence, filling them with the same cold roar and sharpening its edge against the same bitter black-and-white landscape.

("The Triumph Of The Night")

We transform the world, but we don't remember it. We adjust our baseline to the new level, and we don't recall what was there.