“She was never going to seek gainful employment again, that was for certain. She'd remain outside the public sector. She'd be an anarchist, she'd travel with jaguars. She was going to train herself ...”

“Imagination only fails us in the end, when the stories we tell ourselves have to stop.”

“The writer doesnt write for the reader. He doesnt write for himself, either. He writes to servesomething. Somethingness. The somethingness that is sheltered by the wings of nothingness those exqui...”

“Why does the writer write? The writer writes to serve hopelessly he writes in the hope that he might serve not himself and not others, but that great cold elemental grace which knows us.A writer ...”

“There was something shameful about surviving sorrow. You were corrupted. She was corrupted. She was no good anymore. She was inauthentic, apocryphal. She wanted to be a seeker and to travel further...”

“hThere was something shameful about surviving sorrow. You were corrupted. She was corrupted. She was no good anymore. She was inauthentic, apocryphal. She wanted to be a seeker and to travel furthe...”

“Today I want to belong. I want to feel safe and at home. I want to be aware of what it is like simply to be, without defenses or desires. I will appreciate the flow of life for what it is-my own tr...”

“Nature reflects the moods of the wizard.”

“My calling ties me to no office, makes me no man's slave, compels me to no action which my soul condemns. It sets me free from town life, which I loathe; and allows me to breathe clean air, to exer...”