Which is scarier-- lust or temptation?

Maybe I'm sad about wanting you. I'm not too comfortable with wanting someone.

Shame is always easier to handle if you have someone to share it with.

How satisfying it is to leave a mark on a blank surface. To make a map of my movement - no matter how temporary.

Pressed against her I can hear eternity -- hollow, lonely spaces and currents that churn ceaselessly, and the fallen snow welcomes the falling snow with a whispered "Hush".

For what matters if I gain the whole world, but lose my soul?

and yet I feel that the most real home I'll ever have is the space where our roads merged and traveled along together... for a time.

Even a mistake is better than nothing.

Something about being rejected at Church Camp felt so much more awful than being rejected at school.

I wanted a heaven. And I grew up striving for that world-- an eternal world- that would wash away my temporary misery.

On my first visit to the public library, I was like a kid at a candy store where all the candy was free. I gorged myself until my tummy ached.

Everything at the moment, my dear, no doubt seems disgusting. I know the mood too well. But being in that mood, Ross, is like being out in the frost. If we do not keep on the move we shall perish.

We exist to serve our community. That's the most important mind-set to maintain.

In middle life, the human back is spoiling for a technical knockout and will use the flimsiest excuse, even a sneeze, to fall apart.

There's degradation of the environment. But the real issue is the degradation of one's inner environment.

I guess, is we are not saying, "Look, William Shakespeare's written a critique of modern Africa." What we're saying is that we've shifted the metaphor to make it more immediate.

My advice to you is to start drinking heavily.

And let to-day embrace the past with remembrance and the future with longing.

We strive toward knowledge, always more knowledge, but must understand that we are, and will remain, surrounded by mystery.

What annoyances are more painful than those of which we cannot complain?

I'd like, each time out as a writer, to reinvent who I am and what I'm doing. That's one of the great pleasures and rewards of the occupation.