In Los Angeles all the loose objects in the country were collected, as if America had been tilted and everything that wasn't tightly screwed down had slid into Southern California.

A man is only as good as what he loves.

One must bear in mind the odd angle or slant that the rays of love have to take in order to reach a heart like mine.

You can spend the entire second half of your life recovering from the mistakes of the first half.

Art is order, made out of the chaos of life.

I have begun in old age to understand...that we seldom if ever realize how generous we are to ourselves, and just how stingy with others.

The sand swallows burst out of their scupper holes in the bluffs and out over the transparent drown of the water, back again to the white, to the brown, to the black, from moving to stock-still sand waves and water-worked woods and roots that hugged and twisted in the sun.