Hone and spread your spirit till you yourself are a sail, whetted, translucent, broadside to the merest puff.

The creatures I seek do not want to be seen.

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

No, the point is not only does time fly and do we die, but that in these reckless conditions we live at all, and are vouchsafed, for the duration of certain inexplicable moments, to know it.

Every spring he vowed to quit teaching school, and every summer he missed his pupils and searched for them on the streets.

The more you read, the more you will write. The better the stuff you read, the better the stuff you will write.

Why do you never find anything written about that idiosyncratic thought you advert to, about your fascination with something no one else understands? Because it is up to you. There is something you find interesting, for a reason hard to explain. It is hard to explain because you have never read it on any page; there you begin. You were made and set here to give voice to this, your own astonishment.