I think it would be well, and proper, and obedient, and pure, to grasp your one necessity and not let it go, to dangle from it limp wherever it takes you.

We live half our waking lives and all of our sleeping lives in some private, useless, and insensible waters we never mention or recall.

Why are we reading, if not in hope of beauty laid bare, life heightened and its deepest mystery probed?

An Inuit hunter asked the local missionary priest: If I did not know about God and sin, would I go to hell? No, said the priest, not if you did not know. Then why, asked the Inuit earnestly, did you tell me?

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

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

No one can help you if you're stuck in a work. Only you can figure a way out, because only you can see the work's possibilities.