It's when we're given choice that we sit with the gods and design ourselves.

Everything matters terribly to children, you know, they're fresh and unformed.

We overlook how much in our lives is invisible; love, for instance; thought, God, the future, time, faith, hope and even the electricity that brings us light.

It's compassion that makes gods of us.

my rebelliousness went so deep that, faced with a can of asparagus that instructed me to open at this end, I always, stubbornly, opened it at the other.

If something anticipated arrives too late it finds us numb, wrung out from waiting, and we feel - nothing at all. The best things arrive on time.

... old clothes, old friends, old books. One needs constants in a traveling life.