Now seen...now gone, The butterfly flits in and out Through fence-hung flowers; But a life lived so close to them I envy...though it's here and gone.

Every single thing changes and is changing always in this world. Yet with the same light the moon goes on shining.

This place of mine never is entered by humans come for conversation, only by the mute moon's light shafts that slip in between the trees.

I'd like to divide myself in order to see, among these mountains, each and every flower of every cherry tree.

Whatever it is, / I cannot understand it, / although gratitude / stubbornly overcomes me / until I'm reduced to tears.

The cherries' only fault: the crowds that gather when they bloom

Tightly held by rocks Through winter, the ice today Begins to come undone: A way-seeker also is the water, Melting, murmuring from the moss.

Limitations gone: Since my mind fixed on the moon, Clarity and serenity Make something for which There's no end in sight.

I'd like to dividemyself in order to see, among these mountains, each and every flowerof every cherry tree.

Limitations gone:Since my mind fixed on the moon, Clarity and serenityMake something for whichThere's no end in sight.

Tightly held by rocksThrough winter, the ice todayBegins to come undone:A way-seeker also is the water, Melting, murmuring from the moss.

They say time will make all this go away. But it's time that's taken my tomorrow, and turned them into yesterday.

OBLIVION, n. The state or condition in which the wicked cease from struggling and the dreary are at rest. Fame's eternal dumping ground.

If those kids had been carrying guns they would have gunned down this one gunman... Don't pray. Learn to use guns.

Each new book that comes out kind of pulls up the old ones a little bit.

Any road is bound to arrive somewhere if you follow it far enough

You meet all kinds of people that help put life in perspective and turn the horror into some kind of lesson or avenue of awakening that lives with you all your days.

I can be a very sarcastic person, and sometimes people take every word I say literally.

Your past is your shadow. It has form but no substance, except in the places you allow it to touch you. (

After that I didn't listen to music as much because '70s music just wasn't... I remember all the songs, but it wasn't because I was into them, you know what I mean?