If we do want to do that [ colonise space to survive, ], then vacuous materialism is not going to be enough for us.

I grew up with tarot cards and the reading of tea leaves.

My favourite tea is lapsang souchong.

I'm more a dog person than a cat person.

I grew up in North Devon, by the sea, and feel a special affinity for the landscape there, despite a lack of actual ancestry.

I was born in the seventies, age of bad haircuts and grainy colour photos.

I've never been baptised.

[My muse] is, in fact, a woman of the world, and precisely because of this, hopes that a diversity of cultures will endure, and that one bland monoculture does not swamp everything.

If we do overcome linear time, I would hope this means dwelling more directly in the fertility of the imagination rather than denying it, as some aspects of Buddhism seem to.

Some Buddhists, however, never seem to get past the void, and I suppose I view this as a kind of Buddhist 'Old Testament' that I don't especially like.

I seemed to recall some words from an old Zen master, something like, "My Zen cuts down mountains." My rejection of Buddhism was a cutting down of mountains; that is precisely how it felt to me.

Her demon had pursued and seduced him. She hoped he hadn’t placed too much importance on that.

Dare to be naive.

Hawaii is paradise. It sounds cheesy to say it, but there's music in the air there.

[W]e must extend the authority of the Union to the persons of the citizens - the only proper objects of government.

I am for the small man who has not forgotten, for the man who loves his beer and his women and his sunlight

Standing in a two-hour line makes people worry that they're not living in a democratic nation. People stand in line for two houres and they go over the edge.

My stories, I can understand them as a little toy that you wind up and you put it on the floor and it just goes under the coach. That I get. Beyond that, I'm a little lost.

Every two or three years, I knock off for a while. That way I'm always the new girl in the whorehouse.

Knowing what to do is very, very different than actually doing it.

The end of spring- the poet is brooding about editors.