At some unnoticed moment, I began to understand that a life is written in indelible ink.

Passion does not make careful arguments: it declares itself, and that is enough.

A studio, like a poem, is an intimacy and a freedom you can look out from, into each part of your life and a little beyond.

Poetry's work is the clarification and magnification of being.

Zen is less the study of doctrine than a set of tools for discovering what can be known when the world is looked at with open eyes.

In my poems though, as you say, the comic arrived fairly late. This doubtless has something to do with growing older. A person who's seen a bit of the world can't help but notice how foolish is the self-centeredness we bring to our tiny slice of existence.

One recurring dream, many others have also: you go into a familiar house, discover a door or hallway, and find the house continues into hidden rooms. Sometimes a whole second house is there, a larger and unknown extension of the familiar dwelling.