Without the library, you have no civilization.

Your intuition knows what to write, so get out of the way.

Sandwich outdoors isn’t a sandwich anymore. Tastes different than indoors, notice? Got more spice. Tastes like mint and pinesap. Does wonders for the appetite.

When the wind is right, a faint odor of kerosene is exhaled from Senator McCarthy.

You must never name the goal. You must never tell us the target you're hitting for. You must automatically go toward it without ever naming it.

To everything there is a season. Yes. A time to break down, and a time to build up. Yes. A time to keep silence and a time to speak. Yes.

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