The life we all live is amateurish and accidental; it begins in accident and proceeds by trial and error toward dubious ends.

Something will have gone out of us as a people if we ever let the remaining wilderness be destroyed; if we permit the last virgin forests to be turned into comic books and plastic cigarette cases; if we drive the few remaining members of the wild species into zoos or to extinction; if we pollute the last clear air and dirty the last clean streams and push our paved roads through the last of the silence . . .

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.

There is nothing like a doorbell to precipitate the potential into the kinetic.

Creation is a knack which is empowered by practice, and like almost any skill, it is lost if you don't practice it.

Water is the true wealth in a dry land.

We write to make sense of it all.