We Cannot, Of Course, Save

To Allow Mystery, Which Is To Say To Yourself, 'there Could Be More...things We Don't Understand,' Is Not To Damn Knowledge....it Is To Permit Yourself An Extraordinary, Freedom: Someone Else Does Not Have To Be Wrong In Order That You Might Be Right...this Tolerance For Mystery Invigorates The Imagination; And It Is The Imagination That Gives Shape To The Universe.

When I Sit At That Typewriter, I Have To Be Frightened Of What I'm Trying To Do. I'm Frightened By My Own Belief That I Can Actually Get A Story Down On Paper.

I Know Of No Restorative Of Heart, Body, And Soul More Effective Against Hopelessness Than The Restoration Of The Earth.

The Land Retains An Identity Of Its Own, Still Deeper And More Subtle Than We Can Know. Our Obligation Toward It Then Becomes Simple: To Approach With An Uncalculating Mind, With An Attitude Of Regard...be Alert For Its Openings, For That Moment When Something Sacred Reveals Itself Within The Mundane, And You Know The Land Knows You Are There.

Throughout The Centuries We Have Projected On To The Wolf The Qualities We Most Despise And Fear In Ourselves.