I've never felt influenced by Ernest Hemingway though I suppose there is something inevitable there.

We Are All One. When we allow ourselves to become aware of this statement in its purest form, we open the doors to reveal the oneness of being. Using the process of conscious evolution we begin to recognise our true underlying identity, for once we have glimpsed the existence of this realm, we then begin to reveal what it is . . . . our true natural state.

The world that used to nurse us now keeps shouting inane instructions. That's why I ran to the woods.

You touch things lightly or deeply; you move along because life herself moves, and you can’t stop it.

We are all naturally xenophobic.

I couldn't run a tight schedule, and if you're any good at teaching, you get sucked dry because you like your students and you're trying to help them, but you don't have any time left to write yourself.

Poetry at its best is the language your soul would speak if you could teach your soul to speak.