Even the rain in its night singing, / the night rain in its forgetting, / is a kind of light.
Thirty-Seven Small Songs & Thirteen SilencesWhen I get to heaven, and I see a being of light, I’m going to ask him if he’s the urologist.
This Book Has No TitleA tree doesn't make a thunderstorm, but any fool knows where lighting´s going to strike".
The Wise Man's FearIn order to have faith in his own path, he does not need to prove that someone else's path is wrong.
Warrior of the Light