One must go through periods of numbness that are harder to bear than grief.

I find the weight of air/Almost too great to bear.

The present is passed over in the race for the future; the here is neglected in favor of the there. Enjoy the moment, even if it means merely a walk in the country.

The plane seems exultant now, even arrogant. We did it, we did it! We're up, above you. We were dependant on you just now, prisoners fawning on you for favors, for wind and light. But now, we are free. We are up! We are off! Like someone singing ecstatically, climbing, soaring- a sustained note of power and joy.

After all, I don't see why I am always asking for private, individual, selfish miracles when every year there are miracles like white dogwood.

The most exhausting thing you can do is to be inauthentic.

people talk about 'sex' as though it hopped about by itself, like a frog!