Handwriting is more connected to the movement of the heart.

I am free to write the worst junk in the world.

While I had cancer, I wrote these twenty-two personal essays about how I lived my life backed by Zen and writing.

We are each a concert reverberating with our whole lives and reflecting and amplifying the world around us.

I told all kinds of stories about going to Japan, about playing ball with my father... I wanted to record my life in case it was going to end soon. So, I wrote that and it was very comforting to have that practice in the afternoons in my living room. I just wrote about my life.

Oh, my passion! That is what finally carried me through. Let passion burn all the way, heating up every layer of the psyche.

I feel very rich when I have time to write and very poor when I get a regular paycheck and no time at my real work.