From now on I hope always to educate myself as best I can. But lacking this, in future I will relaxedly turn back to my secret mind to see what it has observed when I thought I was sitting this one out. We never sit anything out.

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.

...passing swiftly on toward further darknesses, but moving also toward a new sun.

A book is a loaded gun in the house next door...Who knows who might be the target of the well-read man?

Half the fun of the travel is the esthetic of lostness.

Way out in the country tonight he could smell the pumpkins ripening toward the knife and the triangle eye and the singeing candle.

Living at risk is jumping off the cliff and building your wings on the way down.