Didn't I say I'd always be your same stars? If you get to missing me, just look up.

I think every creative impulse that a working writer, or artist of any sort has, comes out of that dark old country where dreams come from.

Didn't I say I'd always be your same stars? If you get to missing me, just look up.

I think we all get too caught up in doing instead of just being sometimes.

Perhaps the most important thing we can ever do in our lives is find a way to keep the wild-both the wild inside and the wild outside us-and tap into it.

Laughter nibbled at my lips like tiny fish in warm water.

Walter loves the sea, and I need it in some elemental way that I cannot even come close to verbalizing. I become dim and shriveled somehow at my very core if I am away from the sea too long. When I return to it I seem to fill up and overflow with it, soaking in the vast, sighing wetness of it like a parched vine in a long, soft spring rain.