The old fun thing is when somebody typed up the first chapter of War and Peace. And then made a precis of the rest of it and sent it out and only one publisher recognized it.
Zen is the vehicle of reality.
Life is an honor, albeit anonymously delivered.
I rarely read or buy a book because of a review.
Poetry at its best is the language your soul would speak if you could teach your soul to speak.
The world that used to nurse us now keeps shouting inane instructions. That's why I ran to the woods.