For myself, solitude is rather like a folded-up forest that I carry with me everywhere and unfurl around myself when I have need.

To love pleasure takes little. To love truly takes a hero who can manage his own fear.

I have to go to the woods, and I have to meet the wolf, or else my life will never begin.

We practice conscious forgetting by refusing to summon up the fiery material, we refuse to recollect. To forget is an active, not a passive, endeavor. It means to not haul up certain materials, or turn them over and over, to not work oneself up by repetitive thought, picture, or emotion.

Go out in the woods, go out. If you don't go out in the woods nothing will ever happen and your life will never begin.

...stories that rise from deep suffering can provide the most potent remedies for past, present, and even future ills.

we wish to make rage into a fire that cooks things rather than a fire of conflagration.