A mind that has confronted ruin for years Is half or more a ruined mind.

Ask the world to reveal its quietude- not the silence of machines when they are still, but the true quiet by which birdsongs, trees, bellworts, snails, clouds,…

Sit and be still until in the time of no rain you hear beneath the dry wind's commotion in the trees the sound of flowing water among the rocks, a stream unhea…

The ability to speak exactly is intimately related to the ability to know exactly.

I don't think there was anything in my brain right then except the usual background static - the kind you get on your radio when it's turned up all the way and…

Of all the things I've lost, I miss my mind the most.

Depression presents itself as a realism regarding the rottenness of the world in general and the rottenness of your life in particular.