The dear, stupid body is as easily satisfied as a spaniel.

The mind wants the world to return its love, or its awareness; the mind wants to know all the world, and all eternity, and God.

Learn punctuation; it is your little drum set, one of the few tools oyu have to signal the reader where the beats and emphases go. (If you get it wrong, any least thing, the editor will throw your manuscript out.) Punctuation is not like musical notation; it doesn't indicate the length of pauses, but instead signifies logical relations. There are all sorts of people out there who know these things very well. You have to be among them even to begin.

Admire the world for never ending on you -- as you would an opponent, without taking your eyes away from him, or walking away.

I am sorry I ran from you. I am still running, running from that knowledge, that eye, that love from which there is no refuge. For you meant only love, and love, and I felt only fear, and pain. So once in Israel love came to us incarnate, stood in the doorway between two worlds, and we were all afraid.

The extravagant gesture is the very stuff of creation.

It's a little silly to finally learn how to write at this age. But I long ago realized I was secretly sincere.