And in the movement of the sun, I felt something I hardly know how to name: some huge, cosmic love.
The Wind-Up Bird ChronicleI know exactly what I'm doing, but I just can't stop. That's my greatest weakness.
The Wind-Up Bird ChronicleWe were young, and we had no need for prophecies. Just living was itself an act of prophecy.
The Wind-Up Bird ChronicleWe are candles, I remember thinking, and the wind is rising.
Walking Home: A Traveler in the Alaskan Wilderness, a Journey into the Human Heart