When I was little there was a picture in one of our books, a dark place into which a single weak ray of light came slanting upon two faces lifted out of the shadow.

You cannot swim for new horizons until you have courage to lose sight of the shore.

He has never been known to use a word that might send a reader to the dictionary.

We must just stay awake and see evil done for a little while it's not always.

And I will look down and see my murmuring bones and the deep water like wind, like a roof of wind, and after a long time they cannot distinguish even bones upon the lonely and inviolate sand.

Memory believes before knowing remembers. [Light in August]

You don’t love because: you love despite; not for the virtues, but despite the faults.