But come here, Fear. / I am alive! / And you are so afraid / of dying.

I've always had a theory that some of us are born with nerve endings longer than our bodies

My generation is now the door to memory. That is why I am remembering.

If you do not answer the noise and urgency of your gifts, they will turn on you. Or drag you down with their immense sadness at being abandoned.

A story matrix connects all of us. There are rules, processes, and circles of responsibility in this world. And the story begins exactly where it is supposed to begin. We cannot skip any part.

Remember the plants, trees, animal life who all have their families, their histories too. Talk to them, listen to them. They are alive poems.

There is no separation. We are all from the same place. As long as there is respect and acknowledgement of connections, things continue working. When that stops we all die.

Perhaps the world will end at the kitchen table, while we are laughing and crying, eating of the last sweet bite.

Remember that you are all people and that all people are you.

There is no poetry where there are no mistakes.

True power does not amass through the pain and suffering of others.

If our life is built on God’s standards and we are responsible and zealous for the things of the kingdom, then we will have persistent success in life and wealth, which will not bring tears

Each person in your life is a teacher, each experience in your life is a lesson. Living is like looking into a mirror, every teacher is you.

Appreciate me now and avoid the rush.

Your problem is you're ... too busy holding onto your unworthiness.

All genuine learning comes through experience.

An elite group of less than a billion people now take more than 80 per cent of the world's wealth.

Lila can't be a model until she's at least 21. She is already a mini-me - it is scary. She already has her own beauty kit.

The dynamic interplay of neural activity within and in between systems is the very essence of brain function.

Beware the greedy hand of government thrusting itself into every corner and crevice of industry.

See where she comes apparelled like the spring.