In the day-to-day, farm work is stress relief for me. At the end of the day, I love having this other career - my anti-job - that keeps me in shape and gives me control over a vegetal domain.

How strange to read of a place in a book, and then stand on it, listen to the birds sing, and spit on the cobbles if you want.

you can't really know the person standing before you, because always there is some missing piece

Don't try to figure out what other people want to hear from you; figure out what you have to say.

The talkers are rising above the thinkers.

But children robbed of love will dwell on magic.

April is the cruelest month, T.S. Eliot wrote, by which I think he meant (among other things) that springtime makes people crazy. We expect too much, the world burgeons with promises it can't keep, all passion is really a setup, and we're doomed to get our hearts broken yet again. I agree, and would further add: Who cares? Every spring I go out there anyway, around the bend, unconditionally. ... Come the end of the dark days, I am more than joyful. I'm nuts.