Wherever two human beings are alive, together, and happy, there is the center of the world. - Edward Abbey

Vanity, vanity, nothing but vanity: the itch for naming things is almost as bad as the itch for possessing things.

You can't study the darkness by flooding it with light.

High above our heads the owl hoots under the lost moon. A pre-dawn wind comes sifting and sighing through the cottonwood trees; the sound of their dry, papery leaves is like the murmur of distant water, or like the whispering of ghosts in an ancient, empty, condemned cathedral.