In this waiting, there is witness.

Pain too much to handle also comes with exquisite beauty, as common as dirt, as unexpected as grace.

There was healing in the tyranny, and tyranny in the healing.

The line between the living and the dead may not be much of a line at all, but the terrain is not for the weak of heart.

Honoring a life is honoring the wide open space of wilderness and unknowing where the sacred dwells.

Resurrection does not come without crucifixion, and you cannot celebrate Easter without living Good Friday.

Are we meant to be pilgrims of the depths?

What is known might sometimes sustain us, but what is unknown will save us.

Grief would weave itself among the threads of love and life and hope, and I was starting to believe that what came of it all would still one day be beautiful.

Tracks were adumbrations of the energy of life all about us, the recent history book of wilderness.

The voice of protest is the voice of another and an ancient civilization which seems to have bred in us the instinct to enjoy and fight rather than to suffer and understand.

Ye flowers that drop, forsaken by the spring, Ye birds that, left by summer, cease to sing, Ye trees that fade, when Autumn heats remove, Say, is not absence death to those who love?

I'm still working on my time machine. If I ever perfect it, I'm going back in time to prevent Ace Ventura 2 from being made. And then I'm going after Hitler.

Don't fight in front of the client, boys." Catarina implored in her sweet voice," or I will knock your heads together so hard, your skulls will crack like eggs

You are the vibrational writers of the script of your life, and everyone else in the Universe is playing the part that you have assigned to them.

Hand fits giving, so do it, that's what the Gospel said to me. Life fits living, so let your judgments go.

There's a ghost in this house! An unquiet spirit!" Unquiet spirit?" Shane said under his breath. "Is that politically correct for pissed off? You know, like Undead American or something?

I smoke a blunt once every blue moon. But hey, the moon looks kinda blue tonight.

Where the apple reddens never pry - lest we lose our Edens, Eve and I.

Friends are enemies sometimes, and enemies friends.