Mystery is part of each life, and maybe it is healthier to uphold it than to spend a lifetime in search of half-made answers.

Poetry is a string of words that parades without a permit.

We make art out of our loss.

I resented my mother for guessing my innermost secrets. She was like God, everywhere at once knowing everything.

It is a paradox in the contemporary world that in our desire for peace we must willingly give ourselves to struggle.

A spoken story is larger than one unheard, unsaid. In nearly all creation accounts, words or songs are how the world was created, the animals sung into existence.

We are full of bread and gas, getting fat on the outside while inside we grow thin