...We're allotted a little space on earth and that we survive in that wilderness that can take back what it has given, as easily as blowing its breath on us or sending the sea to tell us we are not so big. When we forget how close the wilderness is in the night, my grandpa said, someday it will come in and get us, for we will have forgotten how terrible and real it can be.

Beware the autumn people

I started writing every day. I never stopped.

When you reach the stars, boy, yes, and live there forever, all the fears will go, and Death himself will die.

Reading is at the center of our lives. The library is our brain. Without the library, you have no civilization.

Out of the nursery into the college and back into the nursery; there’s your intellectual pattern for the past five centuries or more.

And they were all, when their souls grew warm, poets.