I consider the integrity of the material to be of greater value than any message I might want to get across.

You married me...but you didn't marry what you could make out of me.

I think, don't you, that a girl with any delicacy of feeling couldn't bring herself to marry a man indirectly responsible for her father's death. No matter how much she was in love with him.

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.

A teacher enlarges people in all sorts of ways besides just his subject matter.

A western buckaroo, I share his scorn for people who go camping by the book, relying on the authority of some half-assed assistant scoutmaster whose total experience outdoors probably consists of two overnight hikes and a weekend in the Catskills. But we have just had that confrontation. The one who goes by Pritchard's book is Sid's wife, and I am wary. It is not my expedition. I am a guest here.

No place is a place until things that have happened in it are remembered in history, ballads, yarns, legends, or monuments. Fictions serve as well as facts.