Science Disembodies; Art Embodies.

Because A Star Explodes And A Thousand Worlds Like Ours Die, We Know This World Is. That Is The Smile: That What Might Not Be, Is.

In Some Mysterious Way Woods Have Never Seemed To Me To Be Static Things. In Physical Terms, I Move Through Them; Yet In Metaphysical Ones, They Seem To Move Through Me.

All Novelists Should Live In Two Different Worlds: A Real One And An Unreal One.

If Anything Might Hurt Her, Silence Would; And I Wanted To Hurt Her.

The Best Wines Take The Longest To Mature.