When I first read the words 'introvert' and 'extrovert' when I was 10, I thought I was both.

We wake, if ever at all, to mystery.

An Eskimo shaman said, Life's greatest danger lies in the fact that man's food consists entirely of souls.

I cannot cause light; the most I can do is try to put myself in the path of its beam. It is possible, in deep space, to sail on solar wind. Light, be it particle or wave, has force: you can rig a giant sail and go. The secret of seeing is to sail on solar wind. Hone and spread your spirit till you yourself are a sail, whetted, translucent, broadside to the merest puff

Every day is a god, each day is a god, and holiness holds forth in time.

Doing something does not require discipline. It creates its own discipline - with a little help from caffeine.

Possibly everyone now dead considered his own death as a freak accident, a mistake. Some bad luck caused it. Every enterprising man jack of them, and every sunlit vigorous woman and child, too, who had seemed so alive and pleased, was cold as a meat hook, and new chattering people trampled their bones unregarding, and rubbed their hands together and got to work improving their prospects till their own feet slipped and they went under themselves ... Every place was a tilting edge.