I did however used to think, you know, in the woods walking, and as a kid playing in the woods, that there was a kind of immanence there — that woods, and places of that order, had a sense, a kind of presence, that you could feel; that there was something peculiarly, physically present, a feeling of place almost conscious ... like God. It evoked that.

I don’t think any man writing can worry about what the act of writing costs him, even though at times he is very aware of it.

For love - I would split open your head and put a candle in behind the eyes.

The awful thing, as a kid reading, was that you came to the end of the story, and that was it. I mean, it would be heartbreaking that there was no more of it.

What has happened makes the world. Live on the edge, looking.

There are a lot of editorials that have nothing to do with anything like that. But I was just thinking of that sense of prose as being very responsible and perceptive, thoughtful, intimate, and contriving a quote statement.

What a great thing! To be a writer! Words are something you can carry in your head. You can really 'travel light.'