Look, hasn't my body already felt like the body of a flower?

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

Still, what I want in my life is to be willing to be dazzled---to cast aside the weight of facts and maybe even to float a little above this difficult world.

In college, you learn how to learn. Four years is not too much time to spend at that.

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.

Walks work for me. I enter some arena that is neither conscious or unconscious.

You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.