Every morning I walk like this around the pond, thinking: if the doors of my heart ever close, I am as good as dead.

Every word is a messenger. Some have wings; some are filled with fire; some are filled with death.

The face of the moose is as sad as the face of Jesus.

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.

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

Said the river: imagine everything you can imagine, then keep on going.

The poem in which the reader does not feel himself or herself a participant is a lecture, listened to from an uncomfortable chair, in a stuffy room, inside a building.