I suppose I am a sparrow, a stay-at-home bird.

Long cold nights mark November's return, grey rains fall, wind walks in the bronze oak leaves.

If I had Aladdin's lamp and the usual three wishes, the first would always be, 'Give me the first day of June.

April is a promise of what's to come.

My general attitude toward life when I first get up is of deep suspicion, verging on hatred. ... I am simply basted together until after breakfast.

Perhaps, after all, our best thoughts come when we are alone. It is good to listen, not to voices but to the wind blowing, to the brook running cool over polished stones, to bees drowsy with the weight of pollen. If we attend to the music of the earth, we reach serenity. And then, in some unexplained way, we share it with others.

A cat is, by and large, sophisticated and complex, and capable of creating three-act plays around any single piece of action.