I always wanted to be a cowboy. But alas! I was burdened early with certain inescapable obligations to world literature.

I come more and more to the conclusion that wilderness, in America or anywhere else, is the only thing left that is worth saving.

Married couples who quarrel bitterly every day may really need each other as deeply as those who appear to be desperately in love.

The result of this bestial lust is an indiscriminate and promiscuous splaying of all of my energies- wanting all, I accomplish nothing; desiring everything, I satisfy nothing and am satisfied by nothing.

Anywhere, anytime, I'd sacrifice the finest nuance for a laugh, the most elegant trope for a smile.

I wait. Now the night flows back, the mighty stillness embraces and includes me; I can see the stars again and the world of starlight. I am twenty miles or more from the nearest fellow human, but instead of loneliness I feel loveliness. Loveliness and a quiet exultation.

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