I Read Eve Ensler And

I Wonder If I Don't Give Too Much Of Myself To Writing: I Am Always Half Where I Am; The Other Half Is Feeding The Furnace, Kick-starting The Heat Of Creativity. I Am Making Love With Someone But At The Same Time I'm Noticing How This Graceful Hand Across My Belly Might Just Fit In With The Memory Of Lilacs In Albuquerque In 1974.

When You Bring The Darkness To The Table, It Doesn't Rule You Or Hurt Other People, But When We Keep It Secret, It's Dangerous.

That Daydreaming Seemed Important At The Time, But When I Asked My Teacher Katagiri Roshi About It, He Said, "oh, It's Just Laziness. Get To Work." But As For Discipline, I Don't Even Use That Word. I Think More About Passion Or Love. What I've Really Learned Is The Way The Mind Moves, And How The Mind Works. Rather Than Discipline, I Know How To Seduce My Mind.

The Odd Thing Is, That I Wrote The Great Spring While I Had Cancer And It's Not About Cancer. It Was After I Was Done With Cancer That I Wrote A Book About It.

There's No Such Thing As A Writer's Block. If You're Having Trouble Writing, Well, Pick Up The Pen And Write. No Matter What, Keep That Hand Moving. Writing Is Really A Physical Activity.