If you have ever gone into the woods with me, I must love you very much.

Don't we all die someday and someday comes all too soon? What will you do with your own wild, glorious chance at this thing we call life.

Do you love this world? Do you cherish your humble and silky life? Do you adore the green grass, with its terror beneath?

On poetry: Everyone wants to know what it means. But nobody is asking, How does it feel?

In this universe we are given two gifts: the ability to love and the ability to question. Which are, at the same time, the fires that warm us and the fires that scorch us.

I simply do not distinguish between work and play.

I know many lives worth living.