Memory can make a thing seem to have been much more than it was.

I think probably one of the important things that happened to me was growing up in Idaho in the mountains, in the woods, and having a very strong presence of the wilderness around me. That never felt like emptiness. It always felt like presence.

You build your mind, so make it into something you want to live with.

There was some sort of maze-learning experiment involved in my final grade and since I remember the rat who was my colleague as uncooperative, or perhaps merely incompetent at being a rat, or tired of the whole thing, I don't remember how I passed.

I am delighted if people find that kind of sustenance in novels, but perhaps it's because they don't read the Scripture that they are comparing it to, which would perhaps provide deeper sustenance than many contemporary novels.

... but it's your existence I love you for, mainly. Existence seems to me now the most remarkable thing that could ever be imagined.

It is one of the best traits of good people that they love where they pity. And this is truer of women than of men.