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 had been chipping at the world idly, and had by accident uncovered vast and labyrinthine further worlds within it.

She read books as one would breathe air, to fill up and live.

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

Even if things are as bad as they could possible be, and as meaningless, then matters of truth are themselves indifferent; we may as well please our sensibilities and, with as much spirit as we can muster, go out with a buck and a wing.

People who take photographs during their whole vacation won't remember their vacation. They'll only remember what photographs they took.

Whenever there is stillness there is the still small voice, God's speaking from the whirlwind, nature's old song, and dance.