Anybody can act violently - there is nothing to it; but not every person is able to destroy his enemy with words.

I don't make outlines or plans because whenever I do, they turn out to be useless. It is as if I am compelled to violate the scope of any outline or plan; it is as if the writing does not want me to know what is about to happen.

I write in order to find out what I truly know and how I really feel about certain things. Writing requires me to go much deeper into my thoughts and memories than conversation does. Writing provides the solitude necessary to reflect on being in this world.

Anybody can act violently - there is nothing to it; but not every person is able to destroy his enemy with words.

Being alive was all right then: he had not breathed like that for a long time.

Night. Heavenly delicious sweet night of the desert that calls all of us to love her. The night is our comfort with her coolness and darkness. On wings, on feet, on our bellies, out we all come to glory in the night.

As long as the hummingbird had not abandoned the land, somewhere there were still flowers, and they could all go on.