When I wrote and got out of the way, writing did writing.” (p.90)

Great lovers realize that they are what they are in love with.

Our lives are at once ordinary and mythical. At the same instant we have these magnificent hearts that pump through all sorrow and all winters we are alive on the earth.

Too often we take notes on writing, we think about writing but never do it. I want you to walk into the heart of the storm, written words dripping off hair, eyelids, hanging from hands.

We must remember that everything is ordinary and extraordinary. It is our minds that either open or close.

In writing practice, there's no direction. You enter your own mind and follow it where it takes you. We have a great need to connect with our own mind and our own true self. And all of us have a story to tell.

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