Mindfulness, as defined by the Buddha, means awareness of incessant change, of arising and vanishing, inside of your own body, which is the ultimate reality of your own life.

Radio listeners are voyeurs: lurking, invisible, eavesdropping.

Television, I'm afraid, has isolated us more than race, class, or ethnicity.

The human being is constantly torn from calm and peace of simple existence by two things; wanting what you don't have, or disliking what you have.

That small circle of earth became a second home to both of us. Gardening boring? Never! It has surprise, tragedy, startling developments - a soap opera growing out of the ground. I'd forgotten that tremolo of expectation produced by a tiny forest of sprouts.

The object in America is to avoid contact, to treat all as foes unless they're known to be friends. Here you have a million crabs living in a million crevices. ... But the garden's greatest benefit, I feel, as not relief to the eyes, but to make the eyes sees our neighbors.

A picture tells a thousand words. But you get a thousand pictures from someone's voice.