Every live thing is a survivor on a kind of extended emergency bivouac.

The creative process obtains in all creative acts. So if I'm painting suddenly I'll see something that I didn't see before.

A schedule is a mock-up of reason and order - willed, faked, and so brought into being.

About five years ago I saw a mockingbird make a straight vertical descent from the roof gutter of a four-story building. It was an act as careless and spontaneous as the curl of a stem or the kindling of a star.

The life of sensation is the life of greed; it requires more and more. The life of the spirit requires less and less.

Why do we people in churches seem like cheerful, brainless tourists on a packaged tour of the Absolute?

These are our few live seasons. Let us live them as purely as we can, in the present.