Things take the time they take. Don't worry.

Drive down any road, take a train or an airplane across the world, leave your old life behind, die and be born again~ wherever you arrive they'll be there first, glossy and rowdy and indistinguishable. The deep muscle of the world.

If I've done my work well, I vanish completely from the scene. I believe it is invasive of the work when you know too much about the writer.

Music: what so many sentences aspire to be.

You have to be in the world to understand what the spiritual is about, and you have to be spiritual in order to truly be able to accept what the world is about.

Tell me, what else should I have done? Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon? Tell me, what is it you plan to do With your one wild and precious life?

I held my breath as we do sometimes to stop time when something wonderful has touched us.