It's all so beautiful . . . the spring . . . and books and music and fires. . . . Why aren't they enough?

To be an American is to move on, as if we could outrun change. To attach oneself to place is to surrender to it, and suffer with it.

There are men I could spend eternity with. But not this life.

Poets and monks... We're both sort of peripheral to the world.

Wariness about change is a kind of prairie wisdom.

Peace - that was the other name for home.

In spite of the cost of living, it's still popular.