The explorer who will not come back or send back his ships to tell his tale is not an explorer, only an adventurer; and his sons are born in exile.

Yet we were rescued by that fancy, and saved by a myth.

Art is action. The way I live my life to its highest degree is by writing, the practice of art.

In so far as one denies what is, one is possessed by what is not, the compulsions, the fantasies, the terrors that flock to fill the void.

Fiction—and poetry and drama— cleanse the doors of perception.

The backside of heroism is often rather sad; women and servants know that. They know also that the heroism may be no less real for that. But achievement is smaller than men think. What is large is the sky, the earth, the sea, the soul.

Belief is the wound that knowledge heals.