As for my father, I never knew whether he believed God was a mathematician but he certainly believed God could count and that only by picking up God's rhythms were we able to regain power and beauty. Unlike many Presbyterians, he often used the word "beautiful.

I am haunted by waters.

Many of us would probably be better fishermen if we did not spend so much time watching and waiting for the world to become perfect

Poets talk about "spots of time", but it is really the fishermen who experience eternity compressed into a moment. No one can tell what a spot of time is until suddenly the whole world is a fish and the fish is gone.

At sunrise everything is luminous but not clear.

The nearest anyone can come to finding himself at any given age is to find a story that somehow tells him about himself.

Slowly we became silent, and silence itself if an enemy to friendship.