A man can know his father, or his son, and there might still be nothing between them but loyalty and love and mutual incomprehension.

There is no justice in love, no proportion in it, and there need not be, because in any specific instance it is only a glimpse or parable of an embracing, incomprehensible reality. It makes no sense at all because it is the eternal breaking in on the temporal. So how could it subordinate itself to cause or consequence?

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.

I don't think I would worry about an oversaturation of information if it was indeed information. It is the slovenly, hasty traffic in cliché and sensationalism and bad reasoning that bothers me. I love finding arcane primary texts on the web. The people who think to put them up are heroes of mine.

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

Love is holy because it is like grace--the worthiness of its object is never really what matters.

It seems to me some people just go around lookin' to get their faith unsettled. That has been the fashion for the last hundred years or so.