“Real haiku is the soul of poetry. Anything that is not actually present in one's heart is not haiku. The moon glows, flowers bloom, insects cry, water flows. There is no place we cannot find flowers or think of the moon. This is the essence of haiku. Go beyond the restrictions of your era, forget about purpose or meaning, separate yourself from historical limitations—there you will find the essence of true art, religion, and science.”
“The love of nature is religion, and that religion is poetry; these three things are one thing. This is the unspoken creed of haiku poets.”
“Meaning lies as muchin the mind of the readeras in the Haiku.”
“I had never thought of haiku, or any kind of poetry for that matter, as a social activity.”
“A book cover is a distillation. It is a haiku of the story.”
“Someday I want to write a sixteen-syllable Haiku about the death and disappearance of a monosyllabic word.”