...I fear their false urgency, their call to speed, their insistence that travel is less important than arrival...

Language is like a road, it cannot be perceived all at once because it unfolds in time, whether heard or read. This narrative or temporal element has made writing and walking resemble each other.

A path is a prior interpretation of the best way to traverse a landscape.

The magic of the street is the mingling of the errand and the epiphany.

A labyrinth is a symbolic journey . . . but it is a map we can really walk on, blurring the difference between map and world.

If the body is the register of the real, then reading with one's feet is real in a way reading with one's eyes alone is not.

... a certain kind of wanderlust can only be assuaged by the acts of the body itself in motion, not the motion of the car, boat, or plane.

Earlier 18th-century literary language was not supple enough to connect the life of the imagination to that of the street.

Drifting across the vast space, silent except for wind and footsteps, I felt uncluttered and unhurried for the first time in a while, already on desert time.

Does it not occur to people that I might be artificial by nature?

To those of you who are yet to plunge into the zygote pool and want to know what both plumbless horror and pure love feels like, have yourself a baby...

Rise to the challenges that life presents you. You can't develop genuine character and ability by sidestepping adversity and struggle.

The world is so full of people who are grabbing and self-seeking. So the rare individual who unselfishly tries to serve others has an enormous advantage. He has little competition.

Although I'd first seen Senator Hart in Aspen, Colorado, at a New Year's Day party in 1987, we hadn't talked.

Since the age of six I have had the habit of sketching forms of objects. Although from about fifty I have often published my pictorial works, before the seventieth year none is worthy.

I'm a more skilled writer now, but after 23 books it's harder to be fresh and that's really important to me. I don't want to write the same thing over and over again.

It is not enough to long for a person as a good for oneself, one must also, and above all, long for that person's good.

I'd like to think of myself as somebody who has a voice for liberating female sexuality.

The damage, the fatigue, the imperfections. That's how they recognize me; Why I belong to them.