I don’t want to get to the end of my life and find that I lived just the length of it. I want to have lived the width of it as well.
It began in mystery, and it will end in mystery, but what a savage and beautiful country lies in between.
Look in the mirror. The face that pins you with its double gaze reveals a chastening secret.
Nothing is more memorable than a smell. One scent can be unexpected, momentary and fleeting, yet conjure up a childhood summer beside a lake in the mountains.
Touch seems to be as essential as sunlight.
Success produces success, just as money produces money.
A poem records emotions and moods that lie beyond normal language, that can only be patched together and hinted at metaphorically.
Everyone admits that love is wonderful and necessary, yet no one agrees on just what it is.
I don’t want to be a passenger in my own life.
We live on the leash of our senses.