“Everything has two endings-a horse, a piece of string, a phone call. Before a life, air. And after. As silence is not silence, but a limit of hearing.”

“As this life is not a gate, but the horse plunging through it.”

“as some strings, untouched,sound when no one is speaking.So it was when love slipped inside us.”

“There the beloved red sweater,bright tangle of necklace, earrings of amber.Each confirming: I chose these, I.But habit is different: it chooses.And we, it's good horse,opening our mouths at even the sight of the bit.”

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

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

“Standing DeerAs the house of a personin age sometimes grows clutteredwith what istoo loved or too heavy to part with,the heart may grow cluttered.And still the house will be emptied,and still the heart.As the thoughts of a personin age sometimes grow sparer,like the great cleanness come into a room, the soul may grow sparer;one sparrow song carves it completely.And still the room is full,and still the heart.Empty and filled,like the curling half-light of morning,in which everything is still possible and so why not.Filled and empty,like the curling half-light of evening,in which everything now is finished and so why not.Beloved, what can be, what was,will be taken from us.I have disappointed.I am sorry. I knew no better.A root seeks water.Tenderness only breaks open the earth.This morning, out the window,the deer stood like a blessing, then vanished.”