Whatever exists, he said. Whatever in creation exists without my knowledge exists without my consent. He looked about at the dark forest in which they were bivouacked. He nodded toward the specimens he'd collected. These anonymous creatures, he said, may seem little or nothing in the world. Yet the smallest crumb can devour us. Any smallest thing beneath yon rock out of men's knowing. Only nature can enslave man and only when the existence of each last entity is routed out and made to stand naked before him will he be properly suzerain of the earth.

He may be dead; or he may be teaching English.

The world to come must be composed of what is past. No other material is at hand.

The voice of the Almighty speaks most profoundly in such things as lives in silence themselves.

The wind sounded of Mother Earth's forsaken and abandoned cries.

The core of literature is the idea of tragedy... You don't really learn much from the good things that happen to you.

What he could bear in the waking world he could not by night and he sat awake for fear the dream would return.