Do we respond only to people who seem to find us interesting?

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.

History is not the proper midden for digging up novelties. Perhaps that is one reason why a nation bent on novelty ignores it.

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

We need wilderness preserved-as much of it as is still left, and as many kinds-because it was the challenge against which our character as a people was formed.

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

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