“A little too abstract, a little too wise,It is time for us to kiss the earth again,It is time to let the leaves rain from the skies,Let the rich life run to the roots again.”

“Water rising under rockBreaks earth's lock,Floods thirst roots,Nurtures sap and trunk and shoots,Greens and plumps each greedy leafTill dappled sunlight like a thiefSucks leaf-water as I breathe,Makes of mist an airy wreathTo drift and float and wander highTo the sky,And fall again,Sweet, rich rain,Run under rock andRise again.”

“The true rain came in a monster wind, and the storm broke in blackness over the hills and the bloody valley; the sky opened along the ridge, and the vast water thundered down, drowning the fires, flooding the red creeks, washing the rocks and the grass and the white bones of the dead, cleansing the earth and soaking it thick and rich with water and wet again with clean cold rainwater, driving the blood deep into the Earth, to grow it again with the roots toward heaven.”

“All I know is that growing up hurts too much. Growing down is what I'd really like to do. Be little enough again so it would be perfectly natural to be protected from the wind and the rain—and the world.”

“Leave the pain behind and let your life be your own again. There is a place where all time is now, and the choices are simple and always your own.Wolves have no kings”

“You must not let yourself become too respectable. Keep yourself a little wild. What is life for, if not for the living of it?”