“Fear is a strange soil. It grows obedience like corn, which grow in straight lines to make weeding easier. But sometimes it grows the potatoes of defiance, which flourish underground.”
“I believe in the forest, and in the meadow, and in the night in which the corn grows.”
“All things grow, flourish, die, and re-grow. Life and death are continuous and fluid. Like the Sun and the Moon which die and are reborn, so do the seasons and all living things. ”
“Facts are the soil from which the story grows. Imagination is a last resort.”
“Persons of genius, it is true, are, and are always likely to be, a small minority; but in order to have them, it is necessary to preserve the soil in which they grow.”
“I have no fear here, in this world of trees, weeds, and growing things.”