Human was the music, natural was the static.

To be a human being is to be in a state of tension between your appetites and your dreams, and the social realities around you and your obligations to your fellow man.

If she’d been born at the right time they would have burned her over in Salem.

I think books should have secrets, like people do.

Man is a means for turning things into spirit and turning spirit into things.

The scrape and snap of Keds on loose alley pebbles seems to catapult their voices high into the moist March air blue above the wires.

In all the green world nothing feels as good as a woman's good nature.