Reply to Plato: I seen horses I seen cows I haint never yet seen horsiness nor that there bovinity neither.

Great art is indefinable but that's all right; it exists anyway.

It is always dishonest for a reviewer to review the author instead of the author's book.

We are preoccupied with time. If we could learn to love space as deeply as we are now obsessed with time, we might discover a new meaning in the phrase to live like men.

I thought of the wilderness we had left behind us, open to sea and sky, joyous in its plenitude and simplicity, perfect yet vulnerable, unaware of what is coming, defended by nothing, guarded by no one.

What did Jesus say to the headwaiter at the Last Supper? 'Separate checks, please.'

We need wilderness whether or not we ever set foot in it. We need a refuge even though we may never need to go there. We need the possibility of escape as surely as we need hope.