Love yourself. Then forget it. Then, love the world.

I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.

I want to think again of dangerous and noble things. I want to be light and frolicsome. I want to be improbable and beautiful and afraid of nothing as though I had wings.

We all have a hungry heart, and one of the things we hunger for is happiness.

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.

Mornings at Blackwater" For years, every morning, I drank from Blackwater Pond. It was flavored with oak leaves and also, no doubt, the feet of ducks. And always it assuaged me from the dry bowl of the very far past. What I want to say is that the past is the past, and the present is what your life is, and you are capable of choosing what that will be, darling citizen. 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.

When will you have a little pity for every soft thing that walks through the world, yourself included.