The summer moon hung full in the sky. For the time being it was the great fact of the world.

One cannot divine nor forecast the conditions that will make happiness; one only stumbles upon them by chance, in a lucky hour, at the world's end somewhere, and hold fast to the days.

I first met Myra Henshawe when I was fifteen, but I had known her about ever since I could remember anything at all.

Some memories are realities, and are better than anything that can ever happen to one again.

If we never arrived anywhere, it did not matter. Between that earth and that sky i felt erased, blotted out. I did not say my prayers that night: here, i felt what would be would be.

They ravaged neither the rivers nor the forest, and if they irrigated, they took as little water as would serve their needs. The land and all that it bore they treated with consideration; not attempting to improve it, they never desecrated it.

A child's attitude toward everything is an artist's attitude.