I heard a bird congratulating itself all day for being a jay. Nobody cared. But it was glad all over again, and said so, again.
When a goat likes a book, the whole book is gone, and the meaning has to go find an author again. - The Trouble With Reading
Literature is not a picture of life, but is a separate experience with its own kind of flow and enhancement.
. . . On a sandbar sunlight stretches out its limbs, or is it a sycamore, so brazen, so clean and bold?
This dream the world is having about itself includes a trace on the plains of the Oregon trail, a groove in the grass my father showed us all one day while meadowlarks were trying to tell something better about to happen.
A writer is not so much someone who has something to say as he is someone who has found a process that will bring about new things he would not have thought of if he had not started to say them.