Certain words now in our knowledge we will not use again, and we will never forget them. We need them. Like the back of the picture.

Separation Your absence has gone through me Like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color.

From what we cannot hold the stars are made.

Your absence has gone through me

come back believer in shade believer in silence and elegance believer in ferns believer in patience believer in the rain

On the last day of the world I would want to plant a tree

We are asleep with compasses in our hands.

I say to my breath once again, little breath come from in front of me, go away behind me, row me quietly now, as far as you can, for I am an abyss that I am trying to cross.

Poetry is a way of looking at the world for the first time.

The story of each stone leads back to a mountain.

Now all my teachers are dead except silence.

In the cherry blossom's shadethere's no such thingas a stranger.

Knowledge is a mighty tool, but how it will affect a person is unpredictable.

There's a whole world all around more interesting, wonderful, terrifying, mysterious, amazing than any novel ever written. Pay attention. Take a chance. Dare life.

Find someone who you really believe in - that can be at a state level. The one thing I can encourage women to do the most is to start at the state level.

According to the most trustworthy statistics the number of adult Dullards in the United States is but little short of thirty millions, including the statisticians.

Dogma is a defensive reaction against doubt in the mind of the theorist, but doubt of which he is unaware.

Myspace hurts my eyes.

The strength of a tree, the old ones say, comes not from growing thicker in the good years when there is water, but from staying alive in the bad, dry times.

Family life is an encroachment on private life.

My grandmother worked on a fruit and vegetable market stall.