A schedule defends from chaos and whim. A net for catching days.

There is a certain age at which a child looks at you in all earnestness and delivers a long, pleased speech in all the true inflections of spoken English, but with not one recognizable syllable. There is no way you can tell the child that if language had been a melody, he had mastered it and done well, but that since it was in fact a sense, he had botched it utterly.

Put yourself out of your misery.

Old memories are very easy to get except that once you write about something you've destroyed it.

Landscape consists in the multiple, overlapping intricacies and forms that exist in a given space at a moment in time.

When I walk with a camera, I walk from shot to shot, reading the light on a calibrated meter. When I walk without a camera, my own shutter opens, and the moment's light prints on my own silver gut. When I see this second way I am above all an unscrupulous observer.

We have not yet encountered any god who is as merciful as a man who flicks a beetle over on its feet.