First, find out what your hero wants, then just follow him.

I don't have a computer. A computer's a typewriter. I already have a typewriter.

Gardening is the handiest excuse for being a philosopher. Nobody guesses, nobody accuses, nobody knows, but there you are, Plato in the peonies, Socrates force-growing his own hemlock. A man toting a sack of blood manure across his lawn is kin to Atlas letting the world spin easy on his shoulder.

Science is no more than an investigation of a miracle we can never explain, and art is an interpretation of that miracle.

I'm not anyone, I'm just myself; whatever I am, I am something, and now I'm something you can't help.

You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.

And some days, he went on, were days of hearing every trump and trill of the universe. Some days were good for tasting and some for touching. And some days were good for all the senses at once. This day now, he nodded, smelled as if a great and nameless orchard had grown up overnight beyond the hills to fill the entire visible land with its warm freshness. The air felt like rain, but there were no clouds.