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.

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.