I have a notebook with me all the time, and I begin scribbling a few words. When things are going well, the walk does not get anywhere; I finally just stop and write.

Every adjective and adverb is worth five cents. Every verb is worth fifty cents.

The most regretful people on earth are those who felt the call to creative work, who felt their own creative power restive and uprising, and gave to it neither power nor time.

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.

What misery to be afraid of death. What wretchedness, to believe only in what can be proven.

Be good-natured and untidy in your exuberance.

Along with the differences that abide in each of us, there is also in each of us a maverick, the darling stubborn one who won't listen, who insists, who chooses preference or the spirited guess over yardsticks or even history. I suspect this maverick is somewhat what the soul is, or at least that the soul lives close by and companionably with its agitating and inquiring force.