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

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

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.

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.

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.

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