Exposing corruption, brandishing truth.

A scar does not form on the dying. A scar means, I survived.

I could not stop talking because now I had started my story, it wanted to be finished. We cannot choose where to start and stop. Our stories are the tellers of us.

We were exiles from reality that summer. We were refugees from ourselves.

In my world death will come chasing. In your world it will start whispering in your ear to destroy yourself. I know this because it started whispering to me when I was in the detention center.

Andrew had a gift for deepening the incision he began.

on a bike ride through the Surrey Lanes, pedalling in my cotton dress through the hot fields blushing with poppies, freewheeling down a sudden dip into a cool wooded sanctum.

I want to be a journalist again. I want to make a difference in the world.

There are countries of the world, and regions of one's own mind, where it is unwise to travel.

Let them say whatever gives them comfort.

...disaster, when it is quite sure of its own strength, will announce itself by hardly moving its lips...

Nowhere have I ever heard of Satan taking the form of an avuncular hippie. No doubt he could. It just seems inefficient.

Architecture is invention.

I believe that we are conforming to the divine order and the will of Providence when we are doing even indifferent things that belong to our condition.

As to my political faith- I have never voted. My father was a Democrat, my mother a Republican, and I am an Episcopalian.

The environment is in us, not outside of us. The trees are our lungs, the rivers our bloodstream. We are all interconnected, and what you do to the environment ultimately you do to yourself.

You may be sensitive inside, but what I see on the outside is a soldier.

Everyone has to scratch on walls somewhere or they go crazy

Always try to maintain complete tolerance and always make an effort to give people more then they expect.

To cheat oneself out of love is the most terrible deception; it is an eternal loss for which there is no reparation, either in time or in eternity.

think of nothing things think of wind