Music: what so many sentences aspire to be.

I have trouble with some books because I'm so much in agreement with them I'd rather just sit in the grass myself.

You are young. So you know everything. You leap into the boat and begin rowing. But, listen to me. Without fanfare, without embarrassment, without doubt,I talk directly to your soul. Listen to me.

I want to write something so simply about love or about pain that even as you are reading you feel it and as you read you keep feeling it and though it be my story it will be common, though it be singular it will be known to you so that by the end you will think— no, you will realize— that it was all the while yourself arranging the words, that it was all the time words that you yourself, out of your heart had been saying.

So come to the pond, or the river of your imagination, or the harbor of your longing, and put your lips to the world. And live your life.

I went to India and was quite taken with it. There's a feeling there that things are holy first and useful second. And in America, we have it backwards.

A dog is adorable and noble, a dog is a true and loving friend. A dog is also a hedonist.