Each day the storm clouds were opening like great purple flowers and pouring out their dark thunder. Each nightfall, the storm was laid down on their houses like a burden the day had carried.

Travel itself is part of some longer continuity.

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.

To write honestly and with all our powers is the least we can do, and the most.

Once you're into a story everything seems to apply-what you overhear on a city bus is exactly what your character would say on the page you're writing. Wherever you go, you meet part of your story.

Long before I wrote stories, I listened for stories. Listening for them is something more acute than listening to them.

Suppose you meet me in the woods.