We keep secrets from ourselves that all along we know.

It is a grief over the fate of the Earth that contains within it a joyful hope, that we might reclaim this Earth.

There is always a time to make right what is wrong.

Every time I deny myself I commit a kind of suicide.

We keep secrets from ourselves that all along we know.

Each time I write, each time the authentic words break through, I am changed. The older order that I was collapses and dies. I lose control. I do not know exactly what words will appear on the page. I follow language. I follow the sound of the words, and I am surprised and transformed by what I record.

War starts in the mind, not in the body.