So it is that we can seldom help anybody. Either we don't know what part to give or maybe we don't like to give any part of ourselves. Then, more often than not, the part that is needed is not wanted. And even more often, we do not have the part that is needed.

Now nearly all those I loved and did not understand when I was young are dead, but I still reach out to them.

At sunrise everything is luminous but not clear. It is those we live with and love and should know who elude us. You can love completely without complete understanding.

I knew that, when needed, mountains would move for me.

The world is full of bastards, the number increasing rapidly the further one gets from Missoula, Montana.

A mystery of the universe is how it has managed to survive with so much volunteer help.

I sat there and forgot and forgot, until what remained was the river that went by and I who watched. On the river the heat mirages danced with each other and then they danced through each other and then they joined hands and danced around each other. Eventually the water joined the river, and there was only one of us. I believe it was the river.