An old argument with me is that the true religious force in the world is not the church, but the world itself: the mysterious callings of Nature and our responses.

The life of the city never lets you go, nor do you ever want it to.

Everything possessed the power to transform itself, or else, and what meant more, to be transformed.

The imagination loses vitality as it ceases to adhere to what is real.

All the great things have been denied and we live in an intricacy of new and local mythologies, political, economic, poetic, which are asserted with an ever-enlarging incoherence.

It is the belief and not the god that counts.

All of our ideas come from the natural world: trees equal umbrellas.