When people say, Did you always want to be a writer?, I have to say no! I always WAS a writer.

O foolish writer. Now moves. Even in storytime, dreamtime, once-upon-a-time, now isn't then.

In war everybody is a prisoner.

I know people, I know towns, farms, hills and rivers and rocks, I know how the sun at sunset in autumn falls on the side of a certain plowland in the hills; but what is the sense of giving a boundary to all that, of giving a name and ceasing to love where the name ceases to apply?

They can send death at once, but life is slower.

A child free from the guilt of ownership and the burden of economic competition will grow up with the will to do what needs doing and the capacity for joy in doing it. It is useless work that darkens the heart. The delight of the nursing mother, of the scholar, of the successful hunter, of the good cook, of the skilful maker, of anyone doing needed work and doing it well, - this durable joy is perhaps the deepest source of human affection and of sociality as a whole.

It is hard to swear when sex is not dirty and blasphemy does not exist.