Occupation: Author Birth: April 30, 1945
Wherever we go, there seems to be only one business at hand - that of finding workable compromises between the sublimity of our ideas and the absurdi….
I never met a man who was shaken by a field of identical blades of grass. An acre of poppies and a forest of spruce boggle no one's mind..
You can't test courage cautiously..
She read books as one would breathe air, to fill up and live..
We are here to witness the creation and to abet it. We are here to notice each thing so each thing gets noticed. Together we notice not only each mou….
No one escapes the wilderness on the way to the promised land..
How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives..
Make connections; let rip; and dance where you can..
Nature is, above all, profligate. Don't believe them when they tell you how economical and thrifty nature is, whose leaves return to the soil. Wouldn….
I had good innings, as the British say. I wrote for 38 years at the top of my form, and I wanted to quit on a high note..
It is madness to wear ladies' straw hats and velvet hats to church; we should all be wearing crash helmets. Ushers should issue life preservers and s….
Today is one of those excellent January partly cloudies in which light chooses an unexpected part of the landscape to trick out in gilt, and then the….
For writing a first draft requires from the writer a peculiar internal state which ordinary life does not induce. ... how to set yourself spinning?.
The world knew you before you knew the world..
There is no whit less enlightenment under the tree by your street than there was under the Buddha's bo tree. I invite you to go sit under that tree b….
We are here to bring to consciousness the beauty and power that are around us and to praise the people who are here with us..
The way we live our days, is the way we live our lives..
I cannot imagine a sorrier pursuit than struggling for years to write a book that attempts to appeal to people who do not read in the first place..
I am a fugitive and a vagabond, a sojourner seeking signs..
I break up through the skin of awareness a thousand times a day, as dolphins burst through seas, and dive again, and rise, and dive..
There is no shortage of good days. It is good lives that are hard to come by. A life of good days lived in the senses is not enough. The life of sens….