What good are insights? They only make things worse.

There are significant moments in everyone's day that can make literature. That's what you ought to write about.

I dressed and went for a walk - determined not to return until I took in what Nature had to offer.

I've crossed some kind of invisible line. I feel as if I've come to a place I never thought I'd have to come to. And I don't know how I got here. It's a strange place. It's a place where a little harmless dreaming and then some sleepy, early-morning talk has led me into considerations of death and annihilation.

Mel thought real love was nothing less than spiritual love. He'd said he'd spent five years in a seminary before quitting to go to medical school. He said he still looked back on those years in the seminary as the most important years of his life.

The smooth stones you pick up and examine under the moon's light have been made blue from the sea. Next morning when you pull them from your trouser pocket, they are still blue.

Remember Haydn's 104 symphonies. Not all of them were great. But there were 104 of them.