I'm actually forced to write about Michigan because as a native of that state it's the place I know best.

I had let my digust with teaching ruin my love of literature.

Strangely, when I totally emerged from this slump I couldn't comprehend how I had almost drowned it it.

The wilderness does not make you forget your normal life so much as it removes the distractions for proper remembering.

Your kids inevitably want to move where they had their vacations when they were younger.

Zen is the vehicle of reality.

I wonder, when a writer's blocked and doesn't have any resources to pull himself out of it, why doesn't he jump in his car and drive around the U.S.A.? I went last winter for seven thousand miles and it was lovely. Inexpensive, too.