One can fall in love as often as a tree grows leaves. It is perfectly natural but not free of guilt and complications, unless one takes oneself to be….

I wish I understood the beauty in leaves falling. To whom are we beautiful as we go?.

I like rust on a nail, fog on a mountain. Clouds hide stars, rooms have doors, eyes close, and the same words that began love end it with changed emp….

I should be content to look at a mountain for what it is and not as a comment on my life..

If flowers want to grow right out of the concrete sidewalk cracks I'm going to bend down to smell them..

The burden of living one’s own life is experiencing sensations that no one else can share..

There are times when I can find myself in a book, too, for two or three hours. But afterward I have such an urge to go out and reach for other people….

One leaf left on a branch and not a sound of sadness or despair. One leaf left on a branch and no unhappiness. One leaf left all by itself in the air….