I meditated on love and reasoned it out. I realized what is wrong with us. Men fall in love for the first time. And what do they fall in love with? ...They fall in love with a woman. They start at the wrong end of love. They begin at the climax. Can you wonder it is so miserable? Do you know how men should love? A tree. A rock. A cloud.

Sometimes this fellow's music was like little colored pieces of crystal candy, and other times it was the softest, saddest thing she had ever imagined about.

There is so much truth in children and so little self-consciousness. It always strikes me that they are so capable of losing and finding themselves and also losing and finding those things they feel close to.

Writing, for me, is a search for God.

I must go home periodically to renew my sense of horror.

Maybe when people longed for a thing that bad the longing made them trust in anything that might give it to them.

Some men are heroes by nature in that they will give all that is in them without regard to the effort or to the personal returns.