Learning stamps you with its moments. Childhood's learning is made up of moments. It isn't steady. It's a pulse.

The very greatest mystery is in unsheathed reality itself.

Insight doesn't happen often on the click of the moment, like a lucky snapshot, but comes in its own time and more slowly and from nowhere but within.

The first act of insight is throw away the labels.

Never think you've seen the last of anything.

To open up the new, to look back on the old may bring forth like discoveries in the practice of art.

He's such an old bachelor that the way he cleans out his fireplace is to carry the ashes through the house, shovel-load at a time, and dump em out through the front door.

Fantasy is no good unless the seed it springs from is a truth, a truth about human beings.

Integrity can be neither lost nor concealed nor faked nor quenched nor artificially come by nor outlived, nor, I believe, in the long run denied.

Without stopping to be sorry for her head he crammed kisses in her mouth, and she wound her arms up around his own drenched head and returned him kiss for kiss.