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"I was in no tent under leaves, sleepless and glad. There was no moon at all; along the world's coasts the sea tides would be springing strong. The air itself also has lunar tides; I lay still. Could I feel in the air an invisible sweep and surge, and an answering knock in the lungs? Or could I feel the starlight? Every minute on a square mile of this land one ten thousandth of an ounce of starlight spatters to earth. What percentage of an ounce did that make on my eyes and cheeks and arms, tapping and nudging as particles, pulsing and stroking as waves?"
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"Life is a flowing river. We came from earth and water. We will go back there after the magic of life."
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"Clear skies do not promise rain."
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"Spring dances with joy in every flower and in every bud letting us know that changes are beautiful and an inevitable law of life."
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"What is a weed? A plant whose virtues have not yet been discovered."
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"Every flower returns to sleep with the earth."
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"Spring is the only season that flutters in on gentle wings and builds nests in our hearts."
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"A puddle repeats infinity, and is full of light; nevertheless, if analyzed objectively, a puddle is a piece of dirty water spread very thin on mud."
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"To country people Cows are mild,And flee from any stick they throw;But I'm a timid town bred child,And all the cattle seem to know."
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"The sun rose slowly, as if it wasn't sure it was worth all the effort."
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"Pleasure is Nature's test, her sign of approval."
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"The writer studies literature, not the world. He is careful of what he reads, for that is what he will write."
Literature


"Aim for the chopping block. If you aim for the wood, you will have nothing. Aim past the wood, aim through the wood; aim for the chopping block."
Nothing


"I would like to learn, or remember, how to live."
Learning


"Somewhere and I can't find where I read about an Eskimo hunter who asked the local missionary priest 'If I did not know about God and sin would I go to hell?' 'No' said the priest 'not if you did not know.' 'Then why ' asked the Eskimo earnestly 'did you tell me?'"
Philosophy


"I woke in bits, like all children, piecemeal over the years. I discovered myself and the world, and forgot them, and discovered them again."
Family


"Private life, book life, took place where words met imagination without passing through the world."
Imagination


"I read about an Eskimo hunter who asked the local missionary priest, 'If I did not know about God and sin, would I go to hell?' 'No,' said the priest, 'not if you did not know.' 'Then why,' asked the Eskimo earnestly, 'did you tell me?"
Ethics


"On plenty of days the writer can write three or four pages, and on plenty of other days he concludes he must throw them away."
Art


"What is the difference between a cathedral and a physics lab? Are not they both saying: Hello? We spy on whales and on interstellar radio objects we starve ourselves and pray till we're blue."
Curiosity


"Writing every book, the writer must solve two problems: Can it be done? and, Can I do it? Every book has an intrinsic impossibility, which its writer discovers as soon as his first excitement dwindles."
Creativity
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