There was no harm in taking aim, even if the target was a dream.

What I mean is, I love winter, and when you really love something, then it loves you back, in whatever way it has to love.

Everything has to evolve or else it perishes.

The best teaching I ever experienced was at Exeter. Yale was a distinct letdown afterward.

Life is fighting. In life, it's the look ahead that counts. We are all born equally far from the sun. There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love.

Nothing endures. Not a tree. Not love. Not even death by violence.

Stranded in this mill town railroad yard while the whole world was converging elsewhere, we seemed to be nothing but children playing among heroic men.