At this point in my life, sometimes I feel that understanding the way things are is all I'll ever need.

How humbling silence is. Sometimes when I'm alone I'm happily very unhappy.

The thoughts and feelings that go deepest are those that are unspoken. Only I know what they are, but they can't be put into words. I remember all those years I wrote songs...but only a few times did the music have no words. Maybe I was reaching for the wordless...with a melody.

Happiness is of this world, whereas joy is beyond it.
Happiness is wading into the sea; joy is flying over it.

"I hear the wind blow, and I feel that it was worth being born just to hear the wind blow."
- Fernando Pessoa

I have always been searching, and wondering, and looking, and watching, and questioning, and feeling, and listening, and diving deep into the unknown, not knowing where I belong.

Those who write late at night vs. those who write early in the morning vs. those who write anytime, anywhere.

Now is the bridge between past and future. It is a very short bridge close to the river underneath, and you can see the past and future while walking across. I wave to the past, and I wave to the future. Now is where I breathe.

I like to keep everything in the outer world simple because my inner world is so very complex.

I whisper these days, I guess.
But loudly.

The kinds of books I look for are the kinds that hide in the corners quietly. They aren't shouting "look at me". In fact, they are probably reflecting, not wanting your attention at all. And, ironically, that's what draws me to them.

Nature is urgent. When I'm feeling urgent, I'm just being a part of nature really. But I like to be urgent in a slow way. Peaceful urgencies, really.

What I love about my dreams is that I've never seen an ad there.

Only when I'm not supposed to say anything do the words come to me in an urgency.