The fundamental magic of flying, a miracle that has nothing to do with any of its practical purposes - purposes of speed, accessibility, and convenience - and will not change as they change.

I feel we are all islands - in a common sea.

When I cannot write a poem, I bake biscuits and feel just as pleased.

How hard it is to have the beautiful interdependence of marriage and yet be strong in oneself alone.

... the most ordinary everyday living is as delicate, as breath-taking, as difficult, takes as terrific physical and mental control and effort, as walking a tightrope.

Is there anything as horrible as starting on a trip? Once you're off, that's all right, but the last moments are earthquake and convulsion, and the feeling that you are a snail being pulled off your rock.

It is only in solitude that I ever find my own core.