Let your soul stand cool and composed before a million universes.

I do not ask the wounded person how he feels, I myself become the wounded person.

My words itch at your ears till you understand them

I discover myself on the verge of a usual mistake.

And I or you pocketless of a dime, may purchase the pick of the earth.

I hear and behold God in every object, yet understand God not in the least, Nor do I understand who there can be more wonderful than myself.

The press of my foot to the earth springs a hundred affections, They scorn the best I can do to relate them.

To drive free, to love free, to court destruction with taunts. One brief house of madness and joy!

The essays in The Great Taos Bank Robbery were my project to win a Master of Arts degree in English when I quit being a newspaper editor and went back to college.

Distilling is such a strange and arcane art, still. Not quite a science yet, but when someone's making something weird, I like to know about it.

We havent really paid much attention to thought as a process. we have engaged in thoughts, but we have only paid attention to the content, not to the process.

I cannot overstate the power of libraries in my life.

If we were to do as well as we know, our salvation would be secure.

I have gone insane. I won't be talking with you for a while.

I still don't believe this craziness for being skinny, but I eat sensibly and I don't stuff down chocolate biscuits.

I don't like to be feared, and I can't work in conflict, I'm very bad with conflict. I try to avoid it, it paralyzes me.

Begin where you are; work where you are; the hour which you are now wasting, dreaming of some far off success may be crowded with grand possibilities.

No one can get to the Right of me.