The writer concerned more with technique than truth becomes a technician, not an artist.

The extreme clarity of the desert light is equaled by the extreme individuation of desert life forms. Love flowers best in openness and freedom.

Humans were free before the word freedom became necessary.

Places: a cold, bleak, lonely day on the rim at Muley Point, Utah. And the heart-cracking loveliness of the blood-smeared, bitter, incomprehensible slaughterhouse of a world.

Women: We cannot love them all. But we must try.

In the modern world, all literary art is necessarily political -- especially that which pretends not to be.

Money confers the power to command the labor of others. Love of money is love of power. And love of power is the root of evil.