Who do you want to be in your one wild and precious life?

The dream of my life is to lie down by a slow river and stare at the light in the trees - to learn something by being nothing

I was very careful never to take an interesting job. If you have an interesting job, you get interested in it.

We can know a lot. And still, no doubt, there are rash and wonderful ideas brewing somewhere; there are many surprises yet to come.

What misery to be afraid of death. What wretchedness, to believe only in what can be proven.

maybe death isn't darkness, after all, but so much light wrapping itself around us--

from the complications of loving you i think there is no end or return. no answer, no coming out of it. which is the only way to love, isn't it? this isn't a playground, this is earth, our heaven, for a while. therefore i have given precedence to all my sudden, sullen, dark moods that hold you in the center of my world. and i say to my body: grow thinner still. and i say to my fingers, type me a pretty song. and i say to my heart: rave on.