The journey itself is my home.

Real poetry, is to lead a beautiful life. To live poetry is better than to write it.

Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.

This autumn-why am I growing old?bird disappearing among clouds.

Summer grasses, All that remainsOf soldiers' dreams

Dead my old fine hopesAnd dry my dreaming but still...Iris, blue each spring

Winter solitude-in a world of one colourthe sound of the wind.

Describe plum-blossoms?Better than my verses...whiteWordless Butterflies

Not knowing the name of the tree, I stood in the floodof its sweet scent.

It is only a barbarous mind that sees other than the flower, merely an animal mind that dreams of other than the moon.

On this roadwhere nobody else travelsautumn nightfall.

Understanding and developing your true identity gives you intrinsic value and should impact your focus

I would suggest that a feminism which does not also seek to alter the exploitation of poorer women is not feminism at all, but is simply a varient for of upper-class politics & self-privileging.

Wherever you see an empty life, or an empty page or an empty mind, add something good to it!

If only either of us knew the challenges a simple word like forever could bring.

Pride is the direct appreciation of oneself.

I was hungry and went out for a bite, ran into a chum with a bottle of rum and we wound up drinking all night.

When I was growing up, I said I wanted to be a model, but people said I had no chance and when I realized my ambition, people in the business still continued to state negative stuff.

I barely have time to watch stuff that I'm in, or my friends' stuff. The bar for writing has really elevated and it's really exciting, it's not just parts for 25-year-olds.

In this world, there is a fine line between enlightenment and brain damage.

It's easy to sit in relative luxury and peace and pontificate on the subject of the Third World debts.