When it's over I don't want to wonder if I have made of my life something particular, and real.

As long as you're dancing, you can break the rules.

Don't we all die someday and someday comes all too soon? What will you do with your own wild, glorious chance at this thing we call life.

The face of the moose is as sad as the face of Jesus.

If I've done my work well, I vanish completely from the scene. I believe it is invasive of the work when you know too much about the writer.

You may not agree, you may not care, but if you are holding this book you should know that of all the sights I love in this world — and there are plenty — very near the top of the list is this one: dogs without leashes.

...Sometimes I dream that everything in the world is here, in my room, in a great closet, named and orderly, and I am here too, in front of it, hardly able to see for the flash and the brightness- and sometimes I am that madcap person clapping my hands and singing; and sometimes I am that quiet person down on my knees.