You can have the other words-chance, luck, coincidence, serendipity. I'll take grace. I don't know what it is exactly, but I'll take it.

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

The three ingredients of poetry: the mystery of the universe, spiritual curiosity, the energy of language.

It is what I was born for - to look, to listen, to lose myself inside this soft world - to instruct myself over and over.

I have a notebook with me all the time, and I begin scribbling a few words. When things are going well, the walk does not get anywhere; I finally just stop and write.

I very much wished not to be noticed, and to be left alone, and I sort of succeeded.

... Let us risk the wildest places, Lest we go down in comfort, and despair.