Even now that he is gone I have him still, in the richness of my memories. I've lived my life again just telling it to you.

We lead our lives like water flowing down a hill, going more or less in one direction until we splash into something that forces us to find a new course.

After all, when a stone is dropped into a pond, the water continues quivering even after the stone has sunk to the bottom.

If you aren't the woman I think you are, then this isn't the world I thought it was.

The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves until one day there are none. No hopes. Nothing remains.

I stumbled out into the courtyard to try to flee my misery, but of course we can never flee the misery that is within us.

When we fight upstream against a rocky undercurrent, every foothold takes on a kind of urgency.

Can't you see? Every step I have taken, since I was that child on the bridge, has been to bring myself closer to you.

And then I became aware of all the magnificent silk wrapped around my body, and had the feeling I might drown in beauty. At that moment, beauty itself struck me as a kind of painful melancholy.

At the temple there is a poem called "Loss" carved into the stone. It has three words, but the poet has scratched them out. You cannot read loss, only feel it.

Sometimes we get through adversity only by imagining what the world might be like if our dreams should ever come true.

Wisdom is not a mysterious universe where your mind enters but it is a mysterious universe which enters your mind!

Most often we forget to live our lives by being too busy passing the time.

Without us here to witness, the universe is just pointless physics unfolding.

It's not important to be defined, it's only important to use your time well.

It means a lot to be compared to Eric Roberson. He's a hero of mine.

When the state intervenes to insure the indoctrination of some doctrine, it does so because there is no conclusive evidence in favor of that doctrine.

Hundreds would never have known want if they had not first known waste.

Bye, Tess. haunt me if you like. I don't mind.

I'm more spiritual than I am religious. I don't go to church; I go to the beach.

Trying to do it all and expecting that it all can be done exactly right is a recipe for disappointment. Perfection is the enemy.