Books are solitudes in which we meet.

Thinking is generally thought of as doing nothing in a production - oriented society and doing nothing is hard to do. It's best done by disguising it as doing something and the something closest to doing nothing is walking.

We fly; we dream in darkness; we devour heaven in bites too small to be measured.

Perhaps the central question about [Eliot] Porter's work is about the relationship between science, aesthetics, and environmental politics. His brother, the painter and critic Fairfield Porter, wrote in a 1960 review of [Porter's] colour photographs: 'There is no subject and background, every corner is alive,' and this suggests what an ecological aesthetic might look like.

I walk wherever my errands take me.

There is no one as dangerous as he or she who has nothing to lose.

A book is a heart that only beats in the chest of another.