Old memories are very easy to get except that once you write about something you've destroyed it.

Caring passionately about something isn't against nature, and it isn't against human nature. It's what we're here to do.

Adverbs are a sign that you've used the wrong verb.

The silence is all there is. It is the alpha and the omega, it is God's brooding over the face of the waters; it is the blinded note of the ten thousand things, the whine of wings. You take a step in the right direction to pray to this silence, and even to address the prayer to "World." Distinctions blur. Quit your tents. Pray without ceasing.

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.

Why are we reading, if not in hope of beauty laid bare, life heightened and its deepest mystery probed?