I read about writers who have routines. They write at certain times of the day. I can't do that. I am always writing-but in my head.

I know that the fantastic amount of profit that people want to make on anything is damaging. And that none of us seem able to resist it.

I like melancholy. I like to pretend that I'm alone in the world and I'm just sort of abandoned.

That the world I was in could be soft, lovely, and nourishing was more than I could bear, and so I stood there and wept, for I didn't want to love one more thing in my life, didn't want one more thing that could make my heart break into a million little pieces at my feet.

the first step in claiming yourself is anger. You get mad. And you can't do anything before you get angry. And I recommend getting very angry to everyone, anyone.

It is sad that unless you are born a god, your life,from its very beginning, is a mystery to you.

Most of the nations that have serious gardening cultures have, or had, empires. You can't have this luxury of pleasure without somebody paying for it. This is nice to know. It's nice to know that when you sit down to enjoy a plate of strawberries, somebody got paid very little so that you could have your strawberries. It doesn't mean the strawberries will taste different, but it's nice to enjoy things less than we do. We enjoy things far too much, and it leads to incredible pain and suffering.