Don't dwell on what has passed away or what is yet to be.

I always considered myself a minor writer. My province is small, and I try to explore it very, very thoroughly.

Shouldering your loneliness like a gun that you will not learn to aim, you stumble into this movie house then you climb, you climb into the frame.

Raise a million filters and the rain will not be clean, until the longing for it be refined in deep confession.

I cannot understand why my arm is not a lilac tree.

You are locked into your suffering and your pleasures are the seal.

I always loved those little creatures [hummingbird], always feel blessed when they appear nearby. There's a magical quality to them. I finally put one in a song.