It is here that I can concentrate my mind upon the Remembered Earth. It is here that I am most conscious of being, here that wonder comes upon my blood, here I want to live forever; and it is no matter that I must die.

To look upon that landscape in the early morning, with the sun at your back, is to lose the sense of proportion.

A word has power in and of itself. It comes from nothing into sound and meaning; it gives origin to all things.

It's a landscape that has to be seen to be believed. And, as I say on occasion, it may have to be believed in order to be seen.

There is a great good in returning to a landscape that has had extraordinary meaning in one's life. It happens that we return to such places in our minds irresistibly. There are certain villages and towns, mountains and plains that, having seen them walked in them lived in them even for a day, we keep forever in the mind's eye. They become indispensable to our well-being; they define us, and we say, I am who I am because I have been there, or there.

The highest human purpose is always to reinvent and celebrate the sacred.

Words were medicine; they were magic and invisible. They came from nothing into sound and meaning. They were beyond price; they could neither be bought nor sold.