God, here and there, makes madness a calling.

Digression is the soul of wit.

If you're living in your time, you cannot help but to write about the things that are important.

The great thing about my life is that everything I've done is a result of what I was when I was 12 or 13.

He stood breathing, and the more he breathed the land in, the more he was filled up with all the details of the land. He was not empty. There was more than enough here to fill him. There would always be more than enough.

I came on the old and best ways of writing through ignorance and experiment and was startled when truths leaped out of brushes like quail before gunshot.

Memory is an illusion, nothing more. It is a fire that needs constant tending.