Solitude is my element, and the reason is that extreme awareness of other people... precludes awareness of one's self so that after a while the self no longer knows that it exists.

We are all jellyfish, too pitiful and too afraid of being disliked to be honest.

Everything that slows us down and forces patience, everything that sets us back into the slow circles of nature, is a help. Gardening is an instrument of grace.

Without darkness, nothing comes to birth, As without light, nothing flowers.

What is destructive is impatience, haste, expecting too much too fast.

We have to dare to be ourselves, however frightening or strange that self may prove to be.

The minute one utters a certainty, the opposite comes to mind.

The most valuable thing we can do for the psyche, occasionally, is to let it rest, wander, live in the changing light of room, not try to be or do anything whatever.

There are some griefs so loud/They could bring down the sky/And there are griefs so still/None knows how deep they lie.

A house that does not have one warm, comfy chair in it is soulless.

It is, I assume, quite easy to wither into old age, and hard to grow into it.

You can only be your brother's keeper if he allows you

The sun like a sneaky keyhole view of hell.

I mean, I'm not a, you know, a fraidy cat. I mean, I am truly concerned in this country that we are moving towards fascism.

Sometimes the music people put you into these big, rush things.

No one knows my ability the way I do. I am pushing against it all the time.

Accepting what we're given is a practice in being present to everything beyond us that lets us become intimate with the nature of life.

Men like that - when they know they won't be found out - they will do anything.

I can understand why those primitive desert people think a camera steals their soul. It is unnatural to see yourself from the outside.

Most marriages I've known, and I've been married a long time and I've known a lot of married people - you wonder how they got together. Often they seem to be opposites.

Look, as a painted man is no man, and as painted fire is no fire, so a cold prayer is no prayer.