During the act of writing I have told myself something that I didn't know I knew.

The act of longing for something will always be more intense than the requiting of it.

I read constantly. If I don't have a good book, I'm beside myself.

One is taught by experience to put a premium on those few people who can appreciate you for what you are.

You're supposed to get tired planting bulbs. But it's an agreeable tiredness.

The best antidote I have found is to yearn for something. As long as you yearn, you can't congeal: There is a forward motion to yearning.

There are two kinds of people. One kind, you can just tell by looking at them at what point they congealed into their final selves. It might be a very nice self, but you know you can expect no more surprises from it. Whereas, the other kind keep moving, changing... They are fluid. They keep moving forward and making new trysts with life, and the motion of it keeps them young. In my opinion, they are the only people who are still alive. You must be constantly on your guard against congealing.