Your life is already artful-waiting, just waiting, for you to make it art.

How exquisitely human was the wish for permanent happiness, and how thin human imagination became trying to achieve it.

I want to discourage you from choosing anything or making any decision simply because it is safe. Things of value seldom are

If writing is thinking and discovery and selection and order and meaning, it is also awe and reverence and mystery and magic.

The isolation, the separateness, is always a part of any utopia.

the hopelessness that comes from knowing too little and feeling too much (so brittle, so dry he is in danger of the reverse: feeling nothing and knowing everything)

Make a difference about something other than yourselves.