The more we exile ourselves from nature, the more we crave its miracle waters.

Look in the mirror. The face that pins you with its double gaze reveals a chastening secret.

Nothing is more memorable than a smell. One scent can be unexpected, momentary and fleeting, yet conjure up a childhood summer beside a lake in the mountains...

I don't want to get to the end of my life and find that I lived just the length of it. I want to have lived the width of it as well.

It began in mystery, and it will end in mystery, but what a savage and beautiful country lies in between.

I swear I will not dishonor my soul with hatred, but offer myself humbly as a guardian of nature, as a healer of misery, as a messenger of wonder, as an architect of peace.

Wonder is the heaviest element on the periodic table. Even a tiny fleck of it stops time.

No matter how politely one says it, we owe our existence to the farts of blue-green algae.

Words are such small things, like confetti in the brain, and yet they are color and clarify everything, they can stain the mind or warp the feelings.

The heart is a museum, filled with the exhibits of a lifetime's loves.

We live on the leash of our senses. There is no way in which to understand the world without first detecting it through the radar-net of our senses.

One never stops climbing, Julie, unless he wants to stop and vegetate. There’s always something just ahead.

It takes more distress and poison to kill someone who has peace of mind and loves life.

History dies without the present. There is no future without the path made to it by the past.

A girl should command attention, not suffer it.

Woman is natural, that is to say, abominable.

San Francisco is a breathtakingly beautiful city, with lots of great contrasts between dark and light, often overlapping each other. It's a great setting for a horror story.

We are going to be working very hard on the inner cities having to do with education, having to do with crime. We're going to try and fix as quickly as possible.

A lighthouse doesn't save the ships; it doesn't go out and rescue them, it's just this pillar that helps to guide people home.

The most important thing is to focus, focus, focus.

For me, poetry is an evasion of the real job of writing prose.