Breathe-in experience, breathe-out poetry.

What would happen if one woman told the truth about her life? The world would split open.

The universe is made of stories, not of atoms.

However confused the scene of our life appears, however torn we may be who now do face that scene, it can be faced, and we can go on to be whole.

As we live our truths, we will communicate across all barriers, speaking for the sources of peace. Peace that is not lack of war, but fierce and positive.

The journey is my home.

If we look long enough and hard enough ... we will begin to see the connections that bind us together, and when we recognize those connections, we will begin to change the world.

The sources of poetry are in the spirit seeking completeness.

If there were no poetry on any day in the world, poetry would be invented that day. For there would be an intolerable hunger.

Reality is the completion of experience.

Never to despise in myself what I have been taught to despise. Nor to despise the other. Not to despise the it. To make this relation with the it: to know that I am it.

There are no rules of architecture for a castle in the clouds.

I make movies I want to see.

Ideas come from everything

I think we've always been better live.

The soul exceeds its circumstances.

We only truly discover who we really are in the face of tragedy and adversity, that being broken does not simply changes us, but reveals us!

It always feels good to tell you the truth. If I can't share it with you, it feels like it didn't happen.

I like reality. It tastes like bread.

I'm totally on a mission to find my signature scent, but I'm too mercurial.

The same forces of nature which enable us to fly to the stars, enable us also to destroy our star.