We exist with a wind whispering inside and our moon flexing. Amid the ducts, inside the basilica of bones.

I dream of lost vocabularies that might express some of what we no longer can.

The heart lies to itself because it must.

We must have the stubbornness to accept our gladness in the ruthless furnace of this world.

We must unlearn the constellations to see the stars.

Everyone forgets Icarus also flew.

I believe that Icarus was not failing as he fell, but just coming to the end of his triumph.

Our heart wanders lost in the dark woods. Our dream wrestles in the castle of doubt. But there’s music in us. Hope is pushed down but the angel flies up again taking us with her.

When I was walking in the mountains with the Japanese man and began to hear the water, he said, 'What is the sound of the waterfall?' 'Silence,' he finally told me.

Why do so manysettle for so little? I don't understand why they're not greedy for what's inside them.

WAKING AT NIGHT The blue river is grey at morning and evening. There is twilight at dawn and dusk. I lie in the dark wondering if this quiet in me now is a beginning or an end.

I have never met anyone who gave back a heart they stole.

Remember, it’s the pace that kills, never the distance.

My wife Mary and I have been married for forty-seven years and not once have we had an argument serious enough to consider divorce murder yes but divorce never.

Food made by hand is an act of defiance and runs contrary to everything in our modernity. Find it; eat it; it will go. It has been around for millennia. Now it is evanescent, like a season.

When I was growing up, I would go hang out with older guys at night in blues clubs.

Excellence encourages one about life generally; it shows the spiritual wealth of the world.

People are dumb and they think that laughing equals cosigning a belief in the ideology, which it doesn't.

We had built up a team in Edmonton that really knew who each other was from a personal standpoint and from a professional standpoint. Our nucleus had stayed together for a long time.

Eternity was in our lips and eyes, Bliss in our brows' bent; none our parts so poor But was a race of heaven.

Wisdom and spirit of the Universe!