The scientist keeps the romantic honest, and the romantic keeps the scientist human.

There are stories still in existence that I wrote when I was five. However, I did not get published until I was seven.

Dreams don't come true. Dreams are true.

The highest function of love is that it makes the loved one a unique and irreplacable being.

On the mainland, a rain was falling. The famous Seattle rain. The thin, gray rain that toadstools love. The persistent rain that knows every hidden entrance into collar and shopping bag. The quiet rain that can rust a tin roof without the tin roof making a sound in protest. The shamanic rain that feeds the imagination. The rain that seems actually a secret language, whispering, like the ecstasy of primitives, of the essence of things.

almost any object, including this book you hold, can turn up as Exhibit A in a murder trial.

My desire was no less than before, you understand, but I no longer identified with the desire. Perhaps that is why taking them too seriously, we not only increase our susceptibility to disappointment, we actually create a climate inhospitable to the free and easy fulfillment of those desires.