“It was less like seeing than like being for the first time seen, knocked breathless by a powerful glance.”

It has always been a happy thought to me that the creek runs on all night, new every minute, whether I wish it or know it or care, as a closed book on a shelf continues to whisper to itself its own inexhaustible tale.

Books swept me away, this way and that, one after the other; I made endless vows according to their lights for I believed them.

The dedicated life is worth living. You must give with your whole heart.

We are most deeply asleep at the switch when we fancy we control any switches at all.

The sea pronounces something, over and over, in a hoarse whisper; I cannot quite make it out.

Adverbs are a sign that you’ve used the wrong verb.

You can serve or you can sing, and wreck your heart in prayer, working the world’s hard work.

We live in all we seek.

He is careful of what he reads, for that is what he will write. He is careful of what he learns, for that is what he will know.

Wherever we go, there seems to be only one business at hand – that of finding a workable compromise between the sublimity of our ideas and the absurdity of the fact of us.

One of the few things I know about writing is this: spend it all, shoot it, play it, lose it, all, right away, every time – give it, give it all, give it now.

No one escapes the wilderness on the way to the promised land.

Write about winter in the summer.

I wake expectant, hoping to see a new thing.

The life of sensation is the life of greed; it requires more and more. The life of the spirit requires less and less.

I cannot cause light; the most I can do is try to put myself in the path of its beam. It is possible, in deep space, to sail on solar wind. Light, be it particle or wave, has force: you rig a giant sail and go. The secret of seeing is to sail on solar wind.

I love the woman I have become today. The one who breathes fire and douse it all at the same time.

Breathe me in let me become your favorite memory.

I’m the air you breathe. Feel me inside you, each time you inhale.

Allow yourself some time to breathe, release and refill.

Often all we can do is breathe, even that can be hard sometimes.

Rejection is a hard pill to swallow but as soon as you get past the lump in your throat you’ll be able to breathe again.

After the vines that were tightly wrapped around my neck finally loosened, I made a vow to never take breathing for granted again.

Noticed that I had been holding my breath for so long and finally gave myself permission to breathe.