...What you fear will not go away; it will take you into yourself and bless you and keep you. That's the world, and we all live there.

...What you fear will not go away; it will take you into yourself and bless you and keep you. That's the world, and we all live there.

I keep following this sort of hidden river of my life, you know, whatever the topic or impulse which comes, I follow it along trustingly. And I don't have any sense of its coming to a kind of crescendo, or of its petering out either. It is just going steadily along.

You shouldn't have standards that inhibit you from writing It really doesn't make any difference if you are good or bad today. The assessment of the product is something that happens after you've done it.

Literature is not a picture of life, but is a separate experience with its own kind of flow and enhancement.

They miss the whisper that runs any day in your mind, "Who are you really, wanderer?"-- and the answer you have to give no matter how dark and cold the world around you is: "Maybe I'm a king.

Even the upper end of the river believes in the ocean.