The events in our lives happen in a sequence in time, but in their significance to ourselves they find their own order the continuous thread of revelation.

Both reading and writing are experiences--lifelong-- in the course of which we who encounter words used in certain ways are persuaded by them to be brought mind and heart within the presence, the power, of the imagination.

For the night was not impartial. No, the night loved some more than others, served some more than others.

Is there any sleeping person you can be entirely sure you have not misjudged?

It had been startling and disappointing to me to find out that story books had been written by people, that books were not natural wonders, coming of themselves like grass.

My own words, when I am at work on a story, I hear too as they go, in the same voice that I hear when I read in books. When I write and the sound of it comes back to my ears, then I act to make changes. I have always trusted this voice.

Learning stamps you with its moments. Childhood's learning is made up of moments. It isn't steady. It's a pulse.