We do not love anything more deeply than we love a story.

And now you'll be telling stories of my coming back and they won't be false, and they won't be true but they'll be real

A mind that is lively and inquiring, compassionate, curious, angry, full of music, full of feeling, is a mind full of possible poetry.

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

On the beach, at dawn: Four small stones clearly Hugging each other. How many kinds of love Might there be in the world, And how many formations might they make And who am I ever To imagine I could know Such a marvelous business? When the sun broke It poured willingly its light Over the stones That did not move, not at all, Just as, to its always generous term, It shed its light on me, My own body that loves, Equally, to hug another body.

We all have a hungry heart, and one of the things we hunger for is happiness.

There are a hundred paths through the world that are easier than loving. But who wants easier?