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

I had hopes for my rough edges. I wanted to use them as a can opener, to cut myself a hole in the world's surface and exit through it.

When I first read the words 'introvert' and 'extrovert' when I was 10, I thought I was both.

What do I make of all this texture? What does it mean about the kind of world in which I have been set down? The texture of the world, its filigree and scrollwork, means that there is the possibility for beauty here, a beauty inexhaustible in its complexity, which opens to my knock, which answers in me a call I do not remember calling, and which trains me to the wild and extravagant nature of the spirit I seek.

I couldn't unpeach the peaches.

The courage of children and beasts is a function of innocence.

Ecstasy, I think, is a soul's response to the waves holiness makes as it nears.