I consider myself kind of a reporter - one who uses words that are more like music and that have a choreography. I never think of myself as a poet; I just get up and write.

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

If you suddenly and unexpectedly feel joy, don’t hesitate. Give in to it.

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

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.

Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination.

Come with me into the woods where spring is advancing, as it does, no matter what, not being singular or particular, but one of the forever gifts, and certainly visible.