People want poetry. They need poetry. They get it. They don't want fancy work.

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

I went to India and was quite taken with it. There's a feeling there that things are holy first and useful second. And in America, we have it backwards.

To pay attention, this is our endless and proper work.

Always there is something worth saying about glory, about gratitude.

And it can keep you as busy as anything else, and happier.

I want to write something so simply about love or about pain that even as you are reading you feel it and as you read you keep feeling it and though it be my story it will be common, though it be singular it will be known to you so that by the end you will think— no, you will realize— that it was all the while yourself arranging the words, that it was all the time words that you yourself, out of your heart had been saying.