Once you decide to do right, life is easy, there are no distractions.
When a goat likes a book, the whole book is gone,and the meaning has to go find an author again.- The Trouble With Reading
I have this feeling of wending my way or plundering through a mysterious jungle of possibilities when I am writing. This jungle has not been explored by previous writers. It never will be explored. It...
Wisdom is having things right in your lifeand knowing why.
I am not learning definitions as established in even the latest dictionaries. I am not a dictionary-maker. I am a person a dictionary-maker has to contend with. I am a living evidence in the developme...
The ocean and I have many pebbles To find and wash off and roll into shape.
I just kept on doing what everyone starts out doing. The real question is why did other people stop?
It is as if the ordinary language we use every day has a hidden set of signals a kind of secret code.
I embrace emerging experience. I participate in discovery. I am a butterfly. I am not a butterfly collector. I want the experience of the butterfly.
Evening came, a paw, to the gray hut by the river.
An owl sound wandered along the road with me.I didn't hear it--I breathed it into my ears.
Kids: they dance before they learn there is anything that isn't music
They say that history is going on somewhere.They say it won't stop. I have heldOne picture still for a long time and waited.
...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.
They miss the whisper that runsany day in your mind,"Who are you really, wanderer?"--and the answer you have to giveno matter how dark and coldthe world around you is:"Maybe I'm a king.
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 crescend...
. . . On a sandbarsunlight stretches out its limbs, or is ita sycamore, so brazen, so clean and bold?
Literature is not a picture of life, but is a separate experience with its own kind of flow and enhancement.
I heard a bird congratulating itselfall day for being a jay.Nobody cared. But it was gladall over again, and said so, again.
A writer is not so much someone who has something to say as he is someone who has found a process that will bring about new things he would not have thought of if he had not started to say them.