You can't test courage cautiously, so I ran hard and waved my arms hard, happy.

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.

Having chosen this foolishness, I was a free being. How could the world ever stop me, how could I betray myself, if I was not afraid?

Knowing you are alive is watching on every side your generation's short time falling away as fast as rivers drop through air, and feeling it hit.

People who read are not too lazy to turn on the television; they prefer books.

Anything you do not give freely and abundantly becomes lost to you.

Writers serve as the memory of a people. They chew over our public past.