Actually, every time we begin, we wonder how we did it before, Each time is a new journey with no maps.

A responsibility of literature is to make people awake, present, alive. If the writer wanders, then the reader, too, will wander.

It is odd that we never question the feasibility of a football team practicing long hours for one game; yet in writing we rarely give ourselves the space for practice.

Anything we fully do is an alone journey.

You don't know what you're doing. You're just hoping that people won't make fun of you. I had no idea how it would turn out.

We are searching for the core of our lives; our culture intuits that writing, that ancient activity, might be the pathway...Awakening does not feed ego's needs and desires; it pulverizes the self. Our society couldn't knowingly bear such reduction, so we've tricked ourselves into the same path but call it writing.

Stress is basically a disconnection from the earth, a forgetting of the breath.