“A month alone behind closed doorsforgotten books, remembered, clear again.Poems come, like water to the poolWelling, up and out,from perfect silence”

“To learn to be without desire you must desire that.Better to do as you please: sing idleness.Floating clouds, and water idly running -- Where's their source?In all the vastness of the sea and sky,you'll never find it.”

“There is a difference between dining and eating. Dining is an art. When you eat to get most out of your meal, to please the palate, just as well as to satiate the appetite, that,my friend, is dining.”

“One last story please!!!”

“I spit on you by accident”

“She remembered lying in the crevasse, buried by snow. She thought of that perfect silence. Also now, like then, no one knew where she was. This time too, no one would come. But she no longer expected them to. She smiled at the clear sky. With a little effort, she could get up by herself.”

“People dread silence because it is transparent; like clear water, which reveals every obstacle—the used, the dead, the drowned, silence reveals the cast-off words and thoughts dropped in to obscure its clear stream. And when people stare too close to silence they sometimes face their own reflections, their magnified shadows in the depths, and that frightens them. I know; I know.”