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?

Compare the torrent and the glacier. Both get where they are going.

Progress means nothing to presence.

I have no control over my writing. I have lots of good intentions, but no control. There's a story that wants to be told.

As great scientists have said and as all children know, it is above all by the imagination that we achieve perception, and compassion, and hope.

To have a choice at all is to be privileged.

What the brain does by itself is infinitely more fascinating and complex than any response it can make to chemical stimulation.