Write about winter in the summer.

If we listened to our intellect, we’d never have a love affair... or go into business. You’ve got to jump off cliffs and build your wings on the way down.

The way to learn about a writer is to read the text. Or texts.

There is always the temptation in life to diddle around making itsy-bitsy friends and meals and journeys for years on end. It is all so self conscience, so apparently moral...But I won't have it. The world is wilder than that in all directions, more dangerous...more extravagant and bright. We are...raising tomatoes when we should be raising Cain, or Lazarus.

Art is like an ill-trained Labrador retriever that drags you out into traffic.

The soul may ask God for anything, and never fail.

We wake, if ever at all, to mystery.