An owl sound wandered along the road with me. I didn't hear it--I breathed it into my ears.

An owl sound wandered along the road with me. I didn't hear it--I breathed it into my ears.

I embrace emerging experience, I participate in discovery. I am a butterfly. I am not a butterfly collector. I want the experience of the butterfly.

The root and the flower have to trust each other. If the root does not trust, the plant won't blossom.

I have woven a parachute out of everything broken.

What you have to do as a writer is . . . write day in and day out no matter what happens.

The greatest ownership of all is to glance around and understand.