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

Ten times a day something happens to me like this - some strengthening throb of amazement - some good sweet empathic ping and swell. This is the first, the wildest and the wisest thing I know: that the soul exists and is built entirely out of attentiveness.

And to tell the truth I don't want to let go of the wrists of idleness, I don't want to sell my life for money, I don't even want to come in out of the rain.

In college, you learn how to learn. Four years is not too much time to spend at that.

You must not ever stop being whimsical.

You want to cry aloud for your mistakes. But to tell the truth the world doesn't need any more of that sound.

But I also say this: that light is an invitation to happiness, and that happiness, when it's done right, is a kind of holiness, palpable and redemptive.