All we need is a meteorologist who has once been soaked to the skin without ill effect. No one can write knowingly of the weather who walks bent over on wet days.

Humor is like a frog. You can dissect it to see how it works, but by then, it's dead.

I guess I remembered clearest of all the early mornings, when the lake was cool and motionless, remembered how the bedroom smelled of the lumber it was made of and of the wet woods whose scent entered through the screen.

I see nothing in space as promising as the view from a Ferris wheel.

I have no warm up exercises, other than to take an occasional drink.

Writing is hard work and bad for the health.

Geese are friends to no one, they bad mouth everybody and everything. But they are companionable once you get used to their ingratitude and false accusations.