The real mystery is this strange need. Why can't we just hide it and shut up? Why do we have to blab? Why do human beings need to confess?

Do as you like with me. I'm your parcel. I have only our address on me. Open me, or readdress me.

The wolf is living for the earth.

It took the whole of Creation to produce my foot, my each feather: now I hold Creation in my foot.

Applause is the beginning of abuse

The Bush administration doesn't particularly like public participation. It makes them look bad.

The progress of any writer is marked by those moments when he manages to outwit his own inner police system.