In all of nature, there is no sound more pleasing than that of a hungry animal at its feed. Unless you are the food.

The industrial corporation is the natural enemy of nature.

It is the difference between men and women, not the sameness, that creates the tension and the delight.

There are no vacant lots in nature.

Going to bed with Gertrude Stein, Jeane Kirkpatrick, Susan Sontag, or Margaret Thatcher: There are some things one prefers neither to do nor to have done.

Indolence and melancholy: Each generates the other. If one can speak of such feeble passions as generating anything.

In the afternoon I watch the clouds drift past the bald peak of Mount Tukuhnikivats. (Someone has to do it.)