I heard a bird congratulating itself all day for being a jay. Nobody cared. But it was glad all over again, and said so, again.
William StaffordThey 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.
William StaffordLiterature is not a picture of life, but is a separate experience with its own kind of flow and enhancement.
William Stafford