Poetry, I have discovered, is always unexpected and always as faithful and honest as dreams.

What gardening teaches us is that if you plant things, they'll come up. But you have to be willing to wait for them to bear fruit because things are seasonal.

I know what I'm thinking bout, I think. Nothing. And as much of it as I can.

In nature, nothing is perfect and everything is perfect. Trees can be contorted, bent in weird ways, and they're still beautiful.

Animals can communicate quite well. And they do. And generally speaking, they are ignored

I realized I was a country person - I'm just not used to small spaces.

I feel I am a child that's lost its mother. I feel like a calf whose mother has gone off to slaughter.