I have found that each of my books has developed out of something I have written in a previous book. Some thought evidently unfinished.

A dead tree, falling, made less havoc than a live one. It seemed as though a live tree went down fighting, like an animal.

For myself, the Creek satisfies a thing that had gone hungry and unfed since childhood days. I am often lonely. Who is not? But I should be lonelier in the heart of a city.

Fear is the most easily taught of all lessons, and the fight against terror, real or imagined, is perhaps the history of man's mind.

It is not that death comes, but that life leaves.

It's very important to be just to other people. It takes years and years of living to learn that injustice against oneself is always unimportant.

Food imaginatively and lovingly prepared, and eaten in good company, warms the being with something more than the mere intake of calories. I cannot conceive of cooking for friends or family, under reasonable conditions, as being a chore.