The hardest thing usually to leave behind, as was the case now, can loosely be called the conscience.

Yet even in the loneliness of the canyon I knew there were others like me who had brothers they did not understand but wanted to help. We are probably those referred to as "our brother's keepers," possessed of one of the oldest and possible one of the most futile and certainly one of the most haunting instincts. It will not let us go.

When exhausted and feeling sorry for yourself, at least change your socks.

At sunrise everything is luminous but not clear.

When I was young, a teacher had forbidden me to say "more perfect" because she said if a thing is perfect it can't be more so. But by now I had seen enough of life to have regained my confidence in it.

The hardest thing usually to leave behind, as was the case now, can loosely be called the conscience.

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