Those fields of daisies we landed on, and dusty fields and desert stretches. Memories of many skies and earths beneath us - many days, many nights of stars.

Good communication is just as stimulating as black coffee, and just as hard to sleep after.

How one hates to think of oneself as alone. How one avoids it. It seems to imply rejection or unpopularity.

To give without any reward, or any notice, has a special quality of its own.

I think about death all the time. I know there's nothing out there, but I'm curious. There's a 300 billion-to-one chance that there might be an energy that goes somewhere else, but I doubt it.

After your death you will be what you were before your birth.

Faithfulness to the past can be a kind of death above ground. Writing of the past is a resurrection; the past then lives in your words and you are free.

We shall not fight for the preservation of the enemy, which has laid waste with death and desolation the fields and hills of Ireland for 700 years.