Salt is added to dried rose petals with the perfume and spices, when we store them away in covered jars, the summers of our past.

Most things break, including hearts. The lessons of life amount not to wisdom, but to scar tissue and callus.

The perfect weather of Indian Summer lengthened and lingered, warm sunny days were followed by brisk nights with Halloween a presentiment in the air.

When I was twenty I was in love with words, a wordsmith. I didn't know enough to know when people were letting words get in their way. Now I like the words to disappear, like a transparent curtain.

I imagine you will always be pinched for money, for time, for a place to work. But I think you will do it. And believe me, it is not a new problem. You are in good company...Your touch is the uncommon touch; you will speak only to the thoughtful reader. And more times than once you will ask yourself whether such readers really exist at all and why you should go on projecting your words into silence like an old crazy actor playing the part of himself to an empty theater.

We are the only species which, when it chooses to do so, will go to great effort to save what it might destroy.

Water is the true wealth in a dry land.