The pressed oil of words can blaze up into music, into image, into the heart and mind's knowledge. The lit and shadowed places within us can be warmed.

You may do this, I tell you, it is permitted. Begin again the story of your life.

The heat of autumn is different from the heat of summer. One ripens apples, the other turns them to cider.

Zen pretty much comes down to three things -- everything changes; everything is connected; pay attention.

How fragile we are, between the few good moments.

Habit, laziness, and fear conspire to keep us comfortably within the familiar.

How silently the heart pivots on its hinge.

Existence itself is nothing if not an amazement. Good poems restore amazement.

Something looks back from the trees, and knows me for who I am.

In sorrow, pretend to be fearless. In happiness, tremble.

You must try, the voice said, to become colder. I understood at once. It's like the bodies of gods: cast in bronze, braced in stone. Only something heartless could bear the full weight.

Because there was a hunger in me to see everything and do everything. I wanted to be everyone I saw. I wasn't enough for me. Can you understand that?

I do love to eavesdrop. It's inspirational, not only for subject matter but for actual dialogue, the way people talk.

I'm very happy to come back. I've always had success here and the public is fantastic. I love you, Montreal.

Nothing good happens when you jump in the air.

Words spoken in deep love or deep hate set things in motion in the human heart that can never be reversed.

If you can't even manage to to force your own presumably democratic governments to allow you to do good things for yourselves, then you probably deserve to become extinct.

When a couple of young people strongly devoted to each other commence to eat onions, it is safe to pronounce them engaged.

We are the stories we tell ourselves

This is the sense of the desert hills, that there is room enough and time enough