I Started Having Doubts Right

The Bad Thing About Falling Into Pieces Is That It Hurts. The Good Thing About It Is That Once You're Lying There In Shards You've Got Nothing Left To Protect, And So Have No Reason Not To Be Honest

We Hear Nothing So Clearly As What Comes Out Of Silence.

Is The Work Of Sun Worshippers To Honor Those Who Think They Can See The Sun? Or To Worship The Sun?

There Are Many Things Worth Telling That Are Not Quite Narrative. And Eternity Itself Possesses No Beginning, Middle Or End. Fossils, Arrowheads, Castle Ruins, Empty Crosses: From The Parthenon To The Bo Tree To A Grown Man's Or Woman's Old Stuffed Bear, What Moves Us About Many Objects Is Not What Remains But What Has Vanished. There Comes A Time, Thanks To Rivers, When A Few Beautiful Old Teeth Are All That Remain Of The Two-hundred-foot Spires Of Life We Call Trees. There Comes A River, Whose Current Is Time, That Does A Similar Sculpting In The Mind.

To Me, It's A Great Day Every Time I Receive A Letter From Somebody Who Climbed Inside One Of My Books, Inhabited It For A While, Learned A Little Something, And Emerged Grateful.