I don't like the kind of writer who's out to change the world and beat up on people for their own good. Stalin did that and Hitler did that, and to hell with them.

Dandelion wine. The words were summer on the tongue. The wine was summer caught and stoppered...sealed away for opening on a January day with snow falling fast and the sun unseen for weeks.

For about 150 days a year in Venice, the sun doesn't show through the mist until noon.

We are living in a time when flowers are trying to live on flowers, instead of on good rain and black loam.

Love is the answer to everything. It's the only reason to do anything.

We Earth Men have a talent for ruining big, beautiful things. The only reason we didn't set up hot-dog stands in the midst of the Egyptian temple of Karnak is because it was out of the way and served no large commercial purpose.

Journalism keeps you planted in the earth.