Doing something does not require discipline. It creates its own discipline - with a little help from caffeine..

It is ironic that the one thing that all religions recognize as separating us from our creator, our very self-consciousness, is also the one thing th….

The secret is not to write about what you love best, but about what you, alone, love at all..

There is neither a proportional relationship, nor an inverse one, between a writer’s estimation of a work in progress & its actual quality. The feeli….

Young children have no sense of wonder. They bewilder well, but few things surprise them. All of it is new to young children, after all, and equally ….

Like everyone in his right mind, I feared Santa Claus..

The universe was not made in jest but in solemn incomprehensible earnest..

You do what you do out of your private love of the thing itself..

An Eskimo shaman said, Life's greatest danger lies in the fact that man's food consists entirely of souls..

The mountains are great stone bells; they clang together like nuns. Who shushed the stars? There are a thousand million galaxies easily seen in the P….

It is difficult to undo our own damage, and to recall to our presence that which we have asked to leave. It is hard to desecrate a grove and change y….

Our life is a faint tracing on the surface of mystery..

Unfortunately, nature is very much a now-you-see-it, now-you-don't affair. A fish flashes, then dissolves in the water before my eyes like so much sa….

At night I read and write, and things I have never understood become clear; I reap the harvest of the rest of the year's planting.

Writing a book is like rearing children -- willpower has very little to do with it. If you have a little baby crying in the middle of the night, and ….

The world is fairly studded and strewn with pennies cast broadside by a generous hand. But- and this is the point- who gets excited by a mere penny? ….

Time is the continuous loop, the snakeskin with scales endlessly overlapping without beginning or end, or time is an ascending spiral if you will, li….

Your work is to keep cranking the flywheel that turns the gears that spin the belt in the engine of belief that keeps you and your desk in midair..

I saw in a blue haze all the world poured flat and pale between the mountains.

Private life, book life, took place where words met imagination without passing through the world..

Every live thing is a survivor on a kind of extended emergency bivouac..