and silence is the golden mountain.

It always makes me proud to love the world somehow- hate's so easy compared..

Genius gives birth, talent delivers. What Rembrandt or Van Gogh saw in the night can never be seen again. Born writers of the future are amazed alrea….

Now the mountains were getting that pink tinge, I mean the rocks, they were just solid rock covered with the atoms of dust accumulated there since be….

There was nothing to talk about anymore. The only thing to do was go..

Mankind will someday realize that we are actually in contact with the dead and with the other world, whatever it is; right now we could predict, if w….

I have been writing my heart out all my life, but only getting a living out of it now.... ... it's not a question of the merit of art, but a question….

Who knows, my God, but that the universe is not one vast sea of compassion actually, the veritable holy honey, beneath all this show of personality a….

I can't think of anybody...who knows the sum and substance of what I know and feel and cry about in my secret self all the time when I don't feel str….

The happiness consists in realizing that it is all a great strange dream..

I see as much as doors'll allow, open or shut..

Sure baby, mañana. It was always mañana. For the next few weeks that was all I heard––mañana a lovely word and one that probably means heaven..

There is a blessedness surely to be believed, and that is that everything abides in eternal ecstasy, now and forever..

February dawn -- frost on the path Where I paced all winter..

Offer them what they secretly want and they of course immediately become panic-stricken..

If moderation is a fault, then indifference is a crime..

Sometimes I’d get mad because things didn’t work out so well, I’d spoil a flapjack, or slip in the snowfield while getting water, or one time my shov….

It's pretty amazing to see a guy, while steering at the wheel, suddenly raise his little 300 dollar German camera with one hand and snap something th….

galatea was a serious girl. she was pale and looked like tears all over. big ed passed his hand through his hair and said hello. she looked at him st….

Mankind is like dogs, not gods - as long as you don't get mad they'll bite you - but stay mad and you'll never be bitten. Dogs don't respect humility….

Whither goest thou, America, in thy shiny car in the night?.