I’m the thing you most desire, you represent the thing I least desire, death. It’s just the opposite of love.

You feed yourself. Make sure you have all the information, whether it's aesthetic, scientific, mathematical, I don't care what it is. Then you walk away from it and let it ferment. You ignore it and pretend you don't care. Next thing you know, the answer comes.

I went to bed and woke in the middle of the night thinking I heard someone cry, thinking I myself was weeping, and I felt my face and it was dry. Then I looked at the window and thought: Why, yes, it's just the rain, the rain, always the rain, and turned over, sadder still, and fumbled about for my dripping sleep and tried to slip it back on.

When I graduated from high school, it was during the Depression and we had no money.

Who has more pockets than a magician? A boy. Whose pockets contain *more* than a magicians? A boy's.

Our civilization is flinging itself to pieces. Stand back from the centrifuge.

Into the air, over the valleys, under the stars, above a river, a pond, a road, flew Cecy. Invisible as new spring winds, fresh as the breath of clover rising from twilight fields, she flew.