I think we all have a core that's ecstatic, that knows and that looks up in wonder. We all know that there are marvelous moments of eternity that just happen. We know them.

It's such a foolish thing to argue about names, when what we're doing is all one thing.

Just being sentient and in a body with the sun coming up is a state of rapture.

I had never heard of Rumi until Robert Bly handed me this book and he said, ah, “These poems need to be released from their cages.”

Longing becomes more poignant if in the distance you can't tell whether your friend is going away or coming back. The pushing away pulls you in.

There's some sort of exchange that goes on between human beings that is one of the highest things we do.

I think my life is tremendously interesting, and surely, other people do too.