A fact: one picks it up and reads it, and puts it down, and there is an end to it. But an idea! That one may pick up, and reflect upon, and oppose, and expand, and so pass a delightful afternoon altogether.

Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.

There is a notion that creative people are absent-minded, reckless, heedless of social customs and obligations. It is, hopefully, true for they are in another world altogether.

A dog can never tell you what she knows from the smells of the world, but you know, watching her, that you know almost nothing.

Tell me, what else should I have done? Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon? Tell me, what is it you plan to do With your one wild and precious life?

You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.

And I say to my heart: rave on.