I am convinced that the first lyric poem was written at night, and that the moon was witness to the event and that the event was witness to the moon. For me, the moon has always been the very embodiment of lyric poetry.

We are all one question, and the best answer seems to be love—a connection between things.

The industrial world destroys nature not because it doesn’t love it but because it is not afraid of it.

[On filling out a grant application:] I seek an extended period of time, free from all distractions, so that I might be free to be distracted.

I hated childhood / I hate adulthood / And I love being alive.

People, the people we really love, where did they come from? What did we do to deserve them?

I study nature so as not to do foolish things.