My heart sings of your longing for me, and my thoughts climb down to marvel at your mercy. I do not fear as you gather up my days. Your name is the sweetness of time, and you carry me close into the night, speaking consolations, drawing down lights from the sky, saying, See how the night has no terrors for one who remembers the name.

What were the bodies like on the beach? Ugly and white and ruined by offices.

Growing old becomes clear to you at a certain point. I think it's after the age of 70 you realize - you begin to actually be convinced - you're growing older.

Well, for one thing, in the tradition of Zen that I've practiced, there is no prayerful worship and there is no affirmation of a deity.

I don't think you can write novels on the road. You need a certain stability.

Show me slowly what I only know the limits of Dance me to the end of love

Like a bird on a wire, like a drunk in a midnight choir, I have tried in my way to be free!!