Dying was nothing and he had no picture of it nor fear of it in his mind. But living was a field of grain blowing in the wind on the side of a hill. Living was a hawk in the sky. Living was an earthen jar of water in the dust of the threshing with the grain flailed out and the chaff blowing. Living was a horse between your legs and a carbine under one leg and a hill and a valley and a stream with trees along it and the far side of the valley and the hills beyond.

If you stop complaining and asking for what you never will get, you will have a good life. A good life is not measured by any biblical span.

Some people, when they hear an echo, think they originated the sound.

Let those who want to save the world if you can get to see it clear and as a whole. Then any part you make will represent the whole if it's made truly. The thing to do is work and learn to make it.

My big fish must be somewhere.

This was the price you paid for sleeping together. This was the end of the trap. This was what people got for loving each other.

What is moral is what you feel good after.