I don't believe in sexual love.

In the meditation, of course, the question is repeated and repeated until you run out of answers - or so I hear.

You might call this innocence. I had a sense of another world that had not been spoken of to me.

My muse can take the form of a landscape, an era, a style of writing, a piece of music, and, perhaps that which I find strangest of all for a muse, a human female. Of course, she's also adept at taking the form of toothless old Japanese men or young English lads with tattoos.

I feel a little as if the Buddhism is creeping back, but I mention all this simply in order to illustrate that there is, in my life, a fundamental sense of conflict between something that I am calling 'Buddhism' and my creative impulse.

I have a bit of a struggle with some aspects of or forms of Buddhism, but Zen I find to be mainly congenial.

I think the natural is, for many people, the gateway to something supernatural or otherworldly.