My perfect day is sitting in a room with some blank paper. That's heaven. That's gold, and anything else is just a waste of time.

At one time in the world there were woods that no one owned

For things at a common destination there is a common path. Not always easy to see. But there.

I felt early on I wasn't going to be a respectable citizen.

I'd rather to make a good run as a bad stand.

Books lie, he said. God dont lie. No, said the judge. He does not. And these are his words. He held up a chunk of rock. He speaks in stones and trees, the bones of things. The squatters in their rags nodded among themselves and were soon reckoning him correct, this man of learning, in all his speculations, and this the judge encouraged until they were right proselytes of the new order whereupon he laughed at them for fools.

You forget what you want to remember, and you remember what you want to forget.