“We sit together, the mountain and me, until only the mountain remains.”

“So we sit there together the mountain and me, Li Po said, until only the mountain remains.”

“The birds have vanished into the sky and now the last cloud drains away. We sit together the mountain and me, until only the mountain remains.”

“There are two kinds of people. Those who climb mountains and those who sit in the shadow of the mountains and critique the climbers.”

“The secret of the mountain is that the mountains simply exist, as I do myself: the mountains exist simply, which I do not. The mountains have no "meaning," they are meaning; the mountains are. The sun is round. I ring with life, and the mountains ring, and when I can hear it, there is a ringing that we share. I understand all this, not in my mind but in my heart, knowing how meaningless it is to try to capture what cannot be expressed, knowing that mere words will remain when I read it all again, another day.”

“Is a mountain only a huge stone? Is a planet an enormous mountain?”