I think of a myth as a story that helps you explain all the different pieces of your life. In that broad sense, there is no way to live without mythology.

But neither money nor machines can create. They shuttle tokens of energy, but they do not transform. A civilization based on them puts people out of touch with their creative powers.

Irony has only emergency use. Carried over time it is the voice of the trapped who have come to enjoy their cage.

A gift that cannot be given away ceases to be a gift. The spirit of a gift is kept alive by its constant donation.

An essential portion of any artist's labor is not creation so much as invocation

When we are moved by art we are grateful that the artist lived, grateful that he labored in the service of his gifts.

We are only alive to the degree that we can let ourselves be moved.

We forgive when we give up attachment to our wounds.

True citizens are not the audience of their government, nor its consumers; they are its makers.

The gift finds the man attractive who stands with an empty bowl he does not own.

Uncovering secrets is apocalyptic in the simple sense (the Greek root means ‘an uncovering’). In this case, it lifts the shame covers. It allows articulation to enter where silence once ruled.

Learned and sociological accepted lines, boundaries, internal perimeters, and partitions diminish the creative space within our minds that's poised and ready.

We've rarely needed it [cyber safety] more than we do right now.

Everything I do is under scrutiny. And one of the things different, I think, about me is that my life has been a very, very open book.

Bringing up a child in a loving relationship is the most important thing.

You can't set a hen in one morning and have chicken salad for lunch.

Of course I didn't pioneer the use of food in fiction: it has been a standard literary device since Chaucer and Rabelais, who used food wonderfully as a metaphor for sensuality.

But as sickness and diseases have created the necessity of medicines and physicians, so the disorders of our rational nature have introduced the necessity of education and tutors.

Your body is just a vessel for who you are as a person. And until you work on what you give back to the world, it doesn't matter what you look like on the outside.

I... do... not... do... lightning.

Inuyasha stomps on Miroku's foot and runs away laughing