“If a man's imagination were not so weak, so easily tired, if his capacity for wonder not so limited, he would abandon forever such fantasies of the supernal. He would learn to perceive in water, leaves and silence more than sufficient of the absolute and marvelous, more than enough to console him for the loss of the ancient dreams.”

“The only man...he never would have dreamed. She had so many admirers, most, if not all, far more suitable than him and probably less dickish.”

“The swift greyhounds chased him for hours, wearing the wolf down, tiring him out so he would be too weak to give more than a token fight at the end.He remembered this tactic well from when he had been the hunter on the horse....At least I know what happens next.”

“The body is so easily damaged, so easily disposed of, water and chemicals is all it is, hardly more to it than a jellyfish, drying on sand.”

“He stood breathing, and the more he breathed the land in, the more he was filled up with all the details of the land. He was not empty. There was more than enough here to fill him. There would always be more than enough.”

“The marvelous richness of human experience would losesomething of rewarding joy if there were no limitations toovercome. The hilltop hour would not be half so wonderful ifthere were no dark valleys to traverse.”