The Courage Of Children And

I Don't Know What It Is About Fecundity That So Appalls. I Suppose It Is The Teeming Evidence That Birth And Growth, Which We Value, Are Ubiquitous And Blind, That Life Itself Is So Astonishingly Cheap, That Nature Is As Careless As It Is Bountiful, And That With Extravagance Goes A Crushing Waste That Will One Day Include Our Own Cheap Lives.

Old Memories Are Very Easy To Get Except That Once You Write About Something You've Destroyed It.

Our Life Is A Faint Tracing On The Surface Of Mystery.

Many Writers Do Little Else But Sit In Small Rooms Recalling The Real World.

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.