I come down to the water to cool my eyes. But everywhere I look I see fire; that which isn't flint is tinder, and the whole world sparks and flames.

Admire the world for never ending on you -- as you would an opponent, without taking your eyes away from him, or walking away.

There are no events but thoughts and the heart's hard turning, the heart's slow learning where to love and whom. The rest is merely gossip, and tales for other times.

The universe was not made in jest but in solemn incomprehensible earnest.

We still and always want waking.

I write in my own journal when something extraordinary or funny happens. And there's some nice imagery in there. I don't think of what to do with it.

I cannot cause light; the most I can do is try to put myself in the path of its beam.