A shepherd on a hilltop who looks at a mess of stars and thinks, ‘There’s a hunter, a plow, a fish,’ is making mental connections that have as much real force in the universe as the very fires in those stars themselves.

Experiencing the present purely is being empty and hollow; you catch grace as a man fills his cup under a waterfall.

The irrational haunts the metaphysical.

Painters work from the ground up. The latest version of a painting overlays earlier versions, and obliterates them. Writers, on the other hand, work from left to right. The discardable chapters are on the left.

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

Time is the continuous loop, the snakeskin with scales endlessly overlapping without beginning or end, or time is an ascending spiral if you will, like a child's toy Slinky.

How you spend your days is how you spend your life.