… too much brooding, not enough doing.

The spaces between the perceiver and the thing perceived can […] be closed with a shout of recognition.

In the dark that followed – Lucy said; “where I was born, the trees were always in the sun. And I left that place because it was intolerant of rain. Now, we are here in...

My whole life is out here-the whole of my life…I’d come here naked, as a boy-straight from that river out there-throw my clothes on the floor and climb into that loft and lie there dreaming...

Think of any great man or woman. How can you separate them from the years in which they lived? You can’t. Their greatness lies in their response to that moment.

Everyone who’s born has come from the sea. Your mother’s womb is just a sea in small. And birds come of seas on eggs. Horses lie in the sea before they’re born. The placenta is...