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

Form is never more than an extension of content.

The pattern of the narrative never of necessity wants to end, it never has to.

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.

Moon, moon, when you leave me alone all the darkness is an utter blackness, a pit of fear, a stench, hands unreasonable never to touch. But I love you. Do you love me. What to say when you see me.

Locale is both a geographic term and the inner sense of being.

Communication is mutual feeling with someone, not a didactic process of information.