“Our house is quiet, small and plain,and yet its rooms run far and wide. A hundred pencils, swift as rain, writing on sheets of beaten goldwould not be quick enough to holdthe strange adventuresshadows hide...”
“Strange, that some of us, with quick alternative vision, see beyond our infatuations, and even while we rave on the heights, behold the wide plain where our persistent self pauses and awaits us.”
“When I write my book I'm going to tell people that if they happen to forget their wide-mouth jar, they should pee far enough away from their position so it doesn't ruin their hiding spot.”
“This is a tightly planned little house. He often feels protected by its smallness; there is hardly room enough here to feel lonely.”
“Culture hides more than it reveals, and strangely enough what it hides, it hides most effectively from its own participants.”
“I am but a small pencil in the hand of a writing God”